I tried to get actual words out but all could come out was, “Mmm… Amm.” “Sydney.” I nodded, feeling like a stupid dizzy bobble head. “You were in a car accident, and also you are in the hospital right now.” Dad told me. “This is probably going to be hard on you but…” He stopped, and I thought I heard him crying. “Your… Mom… Is…” He stopped again then he started, “ Dead.” My whole world collapsed with that word. I was gone without my mom. I curled up into a ball of sadness, never coming…
In the beginning of this book is about a test and how Jamee didn’t erase a problem on the board even though she got it right.Jamee felt like there was an imaginary spotlight on her she felt so nervous.The letter F was scrawled so big on Jamee’s paper but it was a different test that she took she barlely got that test back from her teacher.The teacher Mrs.Guessner was going over the answer’s with the class room when she handed back out the paper’s.Jamee was too mad to go over the answer because of that big F that she got on her paper.Mrs.Gussner told Jamee to take her school work a little more serious because of all the F’s she has had.Mrs.Gussner’s voice rose up at Jamee because it was an wrong answer.…
32 “Well its actually happening ma’, I’m goin’ back to school.”Rufus said. “I want you to know, I truly am proud of you Rufus.” His mother replied. Curtis and Janet went to a different school then Rufus but he still walked them to school then walked himself to school. On his way to school a car followed him very slowly but Rufus kept walking. When he got to school it looked the same on the outside that it always had. Rufus pushed open the doors at Searingtown School and yelled “I’m back!” All of his friends ran over to hug him. He went down to the office to get a tour he thought he didn’t need because he remembered every single solitary thing about this place. While the tour was going on everything going on was a blur. He looked left, right and left again, admiring the changes the school had made. “Wow” he sighed. “Is there a problem Rufus?” the tour guide asked. Rufus answered, “When I was here the wall paint was all chipped, there were broken windows and holes in the walls.” “Oh ok, well that concludes our tour and this door on your right is your first period class.” The tour guide replied. Rufus walked in and sat at an available seat at the back of the class room. He opened his notebook and took notes even though he didn’t understand anything that was going on. By the time 5th period came around it was time for lunch he was starving. All of his friends called him over and asked him to sit with him. Momma didn’t make him a big lunch because they didn’t have that much food in the house and then needed to split it 3 different ways. Allison who used to have a big crush on Rufus sat right next to him. Mitchell and Charlie sat across from him and Christina, Alisha and Sammy sat around them. When the bell rang he went to his locker and when he got to class he looked out the window and saw the same car that followed him to school. The only person he thought of was Simon. But he didn’t have a car? Rufus ran to the office to explain the…
"Lowanna?"I waited for a moment before opening the door. There asleep snoring like a 68 year old man was my best friend. "Let's go Anna, time to go to school. " I opened her window and in return I heard a groan from behind me. I heard a knock at the door.…
It was early in the morning, the house was completely silent, and Judson was the only one awake. Judson swept quietly through the house, he peeked through an open door to his parent's room and it was empty. His parents must have went some where without telling him, again. They left Judson home alone often, well, actually he wasnt fully alone... Judson opens a door across the hall and peeks in. There, in a dark room laid a little girl covered up to the chin in blankets. That was Judson's little sister Holly, he smiled slightly at how cute and peaceful she looked asleep, He slowly shut the door behind him, letting her sleep for as long as she wanted. Judson walked quietly into the kitchen, getting ready to make some breakfast…
“Ah started to feel a crippling nausea and the room began tae spin. Ah fell lot ay the chair n puked tomatay soup aw owed the fireside rug. Ma body was being twisted and crushed. It wis like ah had collapsed in the street and a skid hud been lowered own top ay me, n a squad ay vicious works were loading it up wi heavy building materials, while at the same time sticking sharp roads underneath to skewer ma…
The glistening, white snow fell slowly to the ground outside the window. The distinct shapes of the snowflakes shown; the light from the street lamp seeping through the cracks. The mumble of the heater in the corner of the room; the faint sound of the blood dripping onto the floor were the only sounds. He lay there; motionless. The thuds were entering the silent room once again. The creaking of the wooden floor grew louder and louder. Still the light of the street lamp shone through the window and onto the far wall. The nasty figure walked into the murky room. Only its shadow appeared on the far wall behind it. The boy in the bed was Eli. His tiny eight year old body was red with his own blood. Then……
On a cold night, a young mother drives home from a stressful day as a social worker. Her love for kids keeps a smile on her face everyday day no matter the weather. The neighborhood was very quiet and a huge wind whistle the crack door of her house. “That boy always forgetting to close the door,” she said. Ms. Emerson open the door suddenly had her worst dream. A young man lying with blood pouring through his chest. She put her hand mouth to stop a loud bursting scream. A river pouring through her red eyes and her heart pounding through her. An awful smell invaded her nostril which cause her to faint but through her mind she is hoping she is having a nightmare.…
But somewhere nearby, an axe fell on a tree and laughter broke the silence of the river. Hearing the sounds, Sally rose to her feet to listen. Once again, she heard the chopping sound and more laughter. She looked into the direction from where it came. She turned and ran toward the noise. As she staggered through the snow, her thoughts…
I was so tired, even attempting to keep my eyes open was a struggle. My whole body was achy after a hard day’s of school work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away, just to finish an essay. My pale white hands, frozen by the air conditioning blasting on high, were holding on to the steering wheel like a person gripping the edge of a cliff, hoping not to fall into a dark abyss. My brain wanted to give in, to remain in the sleep that I kept dangerously drifting in and out of. I took a look outside, the road looking meek. The rows if brush hoars any objects spattered off the road by vehicles in the August sun. It felt like I was going around in a circle, my tires skating around the bends and turns of the road. I felt maybe I should slow down so I do not lose…
Is that Scout shaking? She must’ve been so darn cold in just her night-clothes and a coat. I sliped out the door and tip-toed across the porch. I oh so gently sliped the blanket over her shoulders. My kids, right here. I could just hug em, but I don’t. I creeped my way back into the house unnoticed. Just in time too, cause another coughin’ fit came on.…
It was a bright and sunny day, and the last bell of the day just went off in St. Mark’s Academy. The rumbling of kids and the slamming of lockers was all you heard as the first day of school was over. You could see class syllabi being trampled on as everyone stormed out of the school and into their parent’s cars or buses. I lived a few blocks down from the school so I was expected to walk each and every day, but it wasn’t a lonely road as I had my friend Josh that just lived a street over from me. Josh and I have been best friends since 3rd grade and you could barely separate us from each other. We loved to play video games and we would talk about them just about every time were together. In the mites of our conversation of who could beat who in halo, Josh stopped and starred at the old abandoned house on Maple St. I turned and said to him and said “what’s up?” he looked and me then back at the house and said i dare you to walk around that house. I looked at him and laughed and said there was no way I would enter that house. The house gave off a foggy feel that made the hair stand up on your back; it had two broken windows, and a front door that would slam continuously as the wind blew. He then…
‘Please take a seat, I will be back in a second’ Said Mr. Alford, as he pointed his hand towards the lounge. I nodded gently as I walked pass my parent’s old bedroom. As I looked around, the bedroom itself hadn’t changed much since I was a little kid; I haven’t seen it in a while thought. I remember how I came in here a lot in the middle of a thunderstorm at night to wake my mother up, as I was too scared to sleep by myself. My father hated that! However, my mother always laughed her head off as she wondered how a little kid like me could walk all the way across the hallway to her bedroom in the dark, yet still be scared of thunder storms. She would then carry me back to my own room every night until I was about 5; after that age she wasn’t able to carry me anymore. Not that I’m too big or too fat or anything, she was just really sick. My father always said, “mummy needs more sleep than us”, and not to wake her up because she would be really tired. Of course, I’d always break the rules when my dad wasn’t around, as he would always spend his time in the study room with my two older brothers. I often snuck into this very room to wake her up, she never complained though. Regardless of how late, dark or tired she was, she would always be happy to see me.…
The alarm clock went “ding….ding… ding.” I woke pretending I couldn’t hear it, because I didn’t want to get up. My mom was yelling at my sister and me, “Get up girls it’s time to go school.” I didn’t understand why she was so excited. I miserably dragged myself out of bed; I just wanted to crawl and hide and the blanket. It was a cold day in March 1999, I was fourteen years old, and it was my first day of school in America.…
Mrs. Mallard was a young woman “afflicted with a heart trouble” (15) and the cause was unknown. One day, Mrs. Mallard was given horrific news of her husband’s death by her sister Josephine and Mr. Mallard’s friend Richard. The news was broken to her softly. She wept tears of sorrow in her sister’s arms before going upstairs to her bedroom. In her room she sat in this comfortable recliner facing the wide window. While sitting in her recliner, she sobbed a bit more “as a child who has cried itself to sleep” (15). As the fresh air entered the room followed by the sounds of sparrows singing and someone singing from afar, suddenly Mrs. Mallard were surprised with a nice easy breeze of life. Instantly, she felled a change as she started to acknowledge that her husband had gotten killed in this train wreck, a selfish sense of happiness.…