Being trapped in an elevator was easy. You're there for an hour with complete strangers, looking down at your phone and avoiding eye contact, waiting for the fire service to break you out. Being trapped in a car, on the other hand, wasn't so easy when you add an ex boyfriend and 6 hours of open road ahead of you. It was her idea in the first place to offer to drive him to the wedding (he doesn't own a car, a perk, he repeatedly states, to living in the city where everything is right on your doorstep), but that was 6 months ago when they were together and now they're not and its been 4 months since their fight and 1 month since their back-to-being-best-friends talk and- The passenger door opens and Olivia quickly turns to her left where she is met with a fleeting smile and a blue duffel bag. Her thoughts are drowned out by the noise of Liam's bag being shoved into the back seat and the early morning traffic outside. The door swiftly closes shut and she is met with blue eyes and snow covered hair, the White a nice contrast with the black. Her thoughts that were put on hold come back along with the silence that floats around the car like the unwanted snow that's falling outside. (Olivia begins to wonder just when she started comparing her mind to the weather, of all things.) …show more content…
"Thanks again for letting me drive up with you even after..." He abruptly stops his sentence and Olivia quickly straightens in her seat. "Yeah, I mean 6 hours by yourself is pretty lonely," she quickly replies, hoping to relieve the tension. "And, anyway, we made these plans ages ago, no point backing out now." Liam nods and starts adjusting the radio station which Olivia is thankful
Can a person get so subconsciously desperate that he/she, unknowingly, creates an imaginary figure to rescue them? While that may seem like an insane notion to ponder, it is all too real for Connie, a fifteen year old girl in “Where are you going, Where have you been?” by Joyce Oates. There are three separate writers whose interpretations of Oates’ story prove that the answer to that question, in Connie’s case is yes. Arnold Friend is a figment of Connie’s imagination created by her desperate need for a reality check.
...s bus driver even out at night? There are no other children on the bus, so where does he plan to take her? Is he even a bus driver? When is the family going to notice she has gone outside alone? Or will they be glued to the T.V. till she’s gone? The scene holds a lot of questions, and scarily, it’s a scene that is very familiar.
The very thought of this escape leaves Louise unsure of herself at first and gives her a "paralysed inability to accept its significance" (11). The "intelligent thought" (11) that enters Louise's mind is "too subtle and elusive to name" (11). As she sits at the window, "patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds" (11) are present. This shine of light represents her first realization that she will be "free, free, free!" (11) She understands the "long procession of the years to come that would belong to her absolutely" (11) and the "look of terror….went from her eyes" (11).
The open window indicates the importance of her freedom. Now her husband is gone, and she starts to see that life will be
She recognized the greeting of which had come from her mom. Before the cold girl replied, she stretched out her frozen-stiff legs one at a time, though still on the weaved doormat. “Hmm, nothing much.” Alyssa answered her ‘dinner-busy’ mother with an easy white lie.
Lucy emerges out the back of the wardrobe to find herself standing in a winter landscape at nighttime. It's snowing!
Entrepreneurship is the activity of setting up a business or businesses, taking on financial risks in the hope of profit. In our grade 9/10 Entrepreneurship Class we created an escape room (an escape room is a physical adventure game in which players solve a series of puzzles. Players are given a set time limit to solve all the puzzles to escape the room.) But before we were ready to make money we had to Research, Design, and build the escape room. I was in charge of the Marketing side of the escape room, my job duties included: Making our presence known on Social media (Ex. Facebook, Instagram etc.) I was also in charge of designing flyers and other informational media for the public. Along with other many tasks to help guide the escape
I added, trying to sound happier. “I still got a couple more weeks here to get packed but I’ll be there by the end of the month. Listen, I know this is a lot to hear at once but we will make it work, babe. People have long distance relationships that last for years.”
(8). In this case Louise’s empathy has changed. As she glimpsed out the window staring into the blue sky her mood quickly transitions. “Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she wa striving to beat it back with her will- as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.
I stood there gaping at the size of the roller-coaster and thought, “I should have never came.” That morning was the day my worst fears came true. My mom brought us to Disney World believing that it was time to have a vacation. Everyone was ecstatic, all except me. I had a fake smile plastered on my face, so no one could see the disappointment that was really roaming inside of me.
The doorbell rings. She answers the door to find nothing but the wind. She looks to the left, then to the right and back to the left. She has a puzzled look on her face. “What in the world is going on”, she thinks to herself.
The wind roared as the trees moaned, swaying left and right, threatening to fall. Great gusts of wind blew across the street, tousling Story’s hair and causing her hat to blow right off her head! She chasing after it, sprinting down the street. Suddenly, the wind died down.
The tinsel on the Christmas tree glistened in the pale moonlight entering from the pane glass windows in the living room and the lights twinkled like stars in the clear night sky. An ample amount of presents wait anxiously under the fresh pine, expecting the festivities soon to come. A fresh blanket of snow has fallen, making the field around the cozy ranch house gleam and glitter. Through the window of the small house, a dying fire crackled under a cherry oak tv mantle opposite the windows and a Hallmark Christmas movie plays with a low hum, filling the small living area with nonchalant chatter and subtitles following in sync with the jolly characters on the screen. Eliza had fallen asleep on the smooth leather couch, and a plush throw blanket draped casually over her body.
When I was little, I remember being deathly afraid of elevators. I always thought for some odd reason I was eventually going to get stuck in one and die. My grandpa had moved into an apartment complex that of course, had an elevator. My mom and I would visit him every Saturday and I always dreaded it because of the torturous elevator ride that would lead us to the third floor where he lived. The salmon colored walls and the lime green carpeting always gave me a rush of nerves since I knew I would be forced to ride the ‘elevator of death’ as my dad would call it to tease me. My mom, although was always the one to comfort me. I can recall one time in particular when I was seven when the two of us were about to load onto the elevator; it was in the middle of winter and my mom was wearing her favorite red pea coat and a pair of navy blue gloves she still avidly wears despite if it is winter or not because of her cold hands. I remember I burst out into tears, and my mom grabbed my tiny hand and pulled me on. She told me to take deep breaths to calm myself down and made me ride up and down on it five more times. It definitely helped because the
"Maybe two hours... Sorry I didn’t wake you; I’m not good at the whole romantic morning thing. And you aren’t the most pleasant company in the mornings. You’re much better calmly sleeping in my arms. You’re like an angel."