She walks up the stairs. The house is very noisy. The music is so loud that the floor vibrates. The smoke alarm is off and the little girl is coughing and sneezing. The living room looks cloudy. “What’s burning? What is up? Whose jacket is this?” Linette asks hanging her bag. “What has come over my son, God?” She asks rhetorically looking up the ceiling. “Didn’t we discuss this before I left for Dubai?” Linette asks Brian, her eldest son who is slowly becoming a drug addict. “What are you up to this time round? What are you smoking, my dear…pot?” Linette asks as she bends to pick pieces of what looks like packaging manila. “Oh my goodness!” She pauses. “Look at what you are doing to your sister. Can’t you spare her at least?” Linette wonders as she stretches her arms to pick up Kimberly, her youngest daughter. “Mom…” Kimberly utters. “I miss you!” Kimberly says as she reaches her mother’s ears. “I know ma’am! I am back and I missed you too. How are you?” Linette asks as she looks into her daughter’s eyes. “I am hungry. I ate lunch, though!” Kimberly …show more content…
tells her mother as she looks towards the kitchen door. “Listen, Brian.” Linette speaks to her son tenderly as she goes to the kitchen to get Kimberly food.
“Your life is more important to us as it is to you. I am telling you again; you are not living it well. You can surely become a better person.” She speaks to Brian as she realizes that I am also in the house. I had gone there to ask my cousin why he did not go to school because I saw him earlier walking into their house with a manila package in his hands. I have been in the house for close to two hours, trying to get my cousin to talk to me about what is troubling him. My aunt sheds tears as she looks at me mercifully. She certainly understands I am frustrated with Brian’s situation. “It’s okay, Christine. It will be fine with Brian.” She tells me as she looks at Brian. “Go have a shower and later, you, your cousin and I will go out tonight.” Brian shakes his head to disagree, but aunt Linette begs him until he
agrees. We have been at Red Lobster for the past hour and half. Robert, Brian’s father joins us. “Your mother has told me everything, but I am not mad. Your mother and I will help you walk through this mess.” Uncle talks to us as he greets me, then Brian. “As I was telling you, Honey…” Aunt tells Uncle Robert as he stretches his hand to greet her. “Tomorrow I am writing a resignation letter. I need to stop working to take care of my kids…” She continues. “But…” Uncle utters. “I understand, Honey.” Auntie picks up. “I have talked to Brian and I think he needs me more than my job does.” Auntie responds as Uncle Robert sits. We are both silent.
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
In Melinda Sordino’s freshman year of high school she encounters many conflicts, one of the biggest is that she must communicate with her parents about what is taking place in her life. On Thanksgiving morning, Melinda’s mother struggles preparing her store for Black Friday and the big dinner for that night. When Melinda enters the kitchen her mother sends her to the TV to watch the parades. After a while, she decides to go back to the kitchen for soda, where her mother instead, “pours her orange juice, which [she] can’t drink because it burns [her] scabby lips” (58). Mrs. Sordino’s oblivion towards Melinda makes it harder for her to communicate with her parents.The miscommunication throughout the family is what tears it apart, separating it
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
Jeannette, her mom, dad, brother Brian, and sister Lori are faced with many problems everyday. One example that shows the family faces hardships is, “We called the kitchen the loose-juice room, because on the rare occasion that we had paid the electricity bill and had power, we’d get a wicked electric shock if we touched any damp or
The first thing that was displayed on the screen that read Bryan's thoughts was a strange place. It seemed blurry at first, but the image cleared up as he thought more profoundly of the memory. It showed a strange place that seemed a bit too violent for humans to inhabit it, which meant it had to be an abstract memory or a different dimension. Wendy knew about alternate dimensions because she had studied about them in college. She knew right away that it looked a bit too... fiery for human life to flourish on here.
You spy with your possibly (or-possibly-not-so) little eye, a YOUNG MAN who happens to be asleep at the moment. The CLOCK that stands next to this man’s bed has just struck twelve, though whether it’s the night or the afternoon, the clock doesn’t bother with. It’s job is simply to tell the time and it feels that it’s doing that just fine enough for now. But the beams of sunlight shining through the window solve this problem for you. This young man should’ve been awake hours ago, it seems.
Melinda Sordino has an emotional relationship with her parents being the only child. Her parents have a busy work schedule. Her mom manages a busy department store, called Effert’s, and her dad is an insurance salesman. By the time her parents get home, in the evening, she is already in bed. Melinda and her parents speak through notes, written and posted, on the counter.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
She sat there silently, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. Her village now in smoldering ruins as the sun came up. She sat amongst the rubble, covered in sweat and soot, still numb from what she experienced the night before. It happened so quickly there was no time to react. The marauders came late and in such force, there was no time to do anything and nowhere to run. All around her in the darkness, she could hear the cries of her people and the maniacal laughter of the warring tribesman who had come to kill them all without any thought of mercy.
A young woman is walking home late at night after another long day at work. Her beautiful blonde hair tied up in a nice ponytail. As she walks alone on the sidewalk, she begins feeling a little uneasy. But despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she continues on. Finally, After walking for such a long time, she spots an alley up ahead. In a hurry to get home, she decides to take a shortcut through the alley. Anyone with half a brain knows that heading straight into a dark alleyway is asking for trouble. Against her better judgment, she decides to go for it. It is so dark out that It would be almost impossible for her to see where she was going. That is, if not for a single street lamp that’s doing an okay job lighting up the area. Making it to
One day Ben had a check up at the doctor's office. He felt like something was wrong because he had been having bad headaches and been really nauseous. His doctor told him it might just be stress or or not eating well. Ben went home and after a few days he still felt sick and had the worst head ache. So Ben called the doctor again and wanted to get an MRI or something to at least see what’s going on inside his head. The doctor put him through the scanner and he went in the back room to wait for his results. Two hours later his doctor came out looking at him asking himself how can such a young person have brain cancer already. “Doctor Renee before you say anything just tell me if it’s good news or bad.” She replied with a little sigh of help.
Miss Martha struggled to keep up with all of the children ever since she had released her assistants due to signs of illness. Martha was an anxious woman and feared that if one of the children came down with a cough, all of the children would die from influenza. She wasn’t one to think rationally, and she was constantly keeping tabs on the children who lived in the home. Hours soon passed, and something startled Lucy awake. “Lucy, wake up…I’ve changed my mind.
Kate rolled over in her bed and slowly opened her eyes. The blinding white sunlight streamed through the blinds in her bedroom window. She sat up and grew confused as she thought the situation over. The sun shouldn't be that bright yet. She didn't hear her alarm go off, so she must've woken up before it, but her alarm sounds before the sun comes up.
As I bounded down the stairs, the foul stench sifting up my nostrils told me I forgot to do something. At the bottom of the stairs, I was certain of this mistake when my mother confronted me and asked me, “Open those choppers, let me see.” My mouth opened quite slowly to ensure that she understood, that Hope Goodman does not need her mom to check her teeth every morning. “Uh, uh, uhh. Looks like someone forgot to scrub these teeth in here,” my mom chastised. My face turned a bright, peachy rose and my feet swirled around on the wood floor and raced up the steep blocks of carpet.