The Scarlet Ibis

At the start of “The Scarlet Ibis,” the unnamed narrator writes: “It’s strange that all this is so clear to me, now that summer has long since fled and time has had its way.” As you study this short story and examine the way the narrator feels about the events he relates, imagine how Doodle’s death has affected the rest of his life. In a minimum of 250 words, proofread, with a creative title, write a short piece imagining what became of the narrator after the events covered in the short story. Why is he telling this story now, and who is his audience? Imagine (but do not limit yourself to) the following: what was his relationship with his parents after Doodle’s death?
What did the narrator do in high school? What kind of a person was he -
social, popular, quiet? Did he go to college, and, if so, what might he have studied? What career did he go into? What fields did he work in? Did he stay in one place or did he move a lot? Did he marry? Have children? Would his friends in adulthood have known about Doodle? As you write your possibilities, refer to “The Scarlet Ibis” to explain why your ideas make sense.

Complete you work in the space below. Don’t forget the title!

Rohan Bagli
Mr. Millard
Adv. Freshman English
October 12 2015

You Can’t Keep Doodling Around, Let It GO!

I had a tough time dealing with the death. I knew it was my fault. If I didn’t push him to much, he wouldn’t have- “Honey, do you and Dood-. Do you want some pancakes”. Said my Mother. I was visiting home from College. I was going back in a couple of days. It has been seven years after the incident and this is the thing I have heard about it since a week after Doodles death. I still remember everything about it though; the leaf that was on his arm that was suspiciously not flowing in the wind, the mud, on his ankles, and the blood, always the blood.
People at my college don’t know the story.
Only Mom, Dad, and Aunt Nicey know the real story. Everynow and then I zone off in class, especially in agriculture and food science, which I am very good at, to think about what I could’ve done differently.
One day in English, we were asked to talk about a life changing incident in our lives. I have had this assignment before but I was to sad to talk about such a subject. We go around the circle. People talk about their golden goal in a soccer game or their first job. All they talked about were happy things. It was my turn.
“Nine years ago I had a little brother who couldn’t walk”. I could see people’s faces get more serious. “He was a very happy kid who was determined. I was a little embarrassed to have him around me because I had to carry him everyday in a little cart. We would go out to the swamp near our house and I would try to teach him to walk. Finally, on his sixth birthday, we showed off our work to our parents. I couldn’t have been more proud and happy at the same time.” I started to tear up just a bit. “Time went by and I had this goal for him to be able to do all sorts of activities in a year. He sadly wasn’t able to do so but towards the final weeks before our deadline, I started to really push him. One day, it was raining and as we were running back to the house, I sped up. I was just trying to make him keep up with me. After a while I couldn’t see him. I went back the route I came and saw him lying their”. The class leaned in as I was about to say my last words with tears flooding my eyes. “He was
dead”.
I walked out of the classroom and start to sob. I can’t have felt better in my entire life. I knew exactly what happened and I got it all out. I can’t believe that I went through with this. When /i came back home tio talk to my parents about it, I felt much better. I just had to let it go. Seven years of mourning has to stop.