I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a whole candy store waiting for me. I touched the sleeve, speechless. This was by far the best jacket I had ever received. From the kitchen mom hollered that my jacket was in my brother’s room. I knew that going into my brother’s room would end in disaster, but this was a matter of being the most popular or forever being known as “that guy who’s brother has a sweet jacket.” So I swung the door of disaster open and marched in there like a parade, only to find nothing. At first I was confused at to why there wasn’t a single speck, anywhere. Usually my brother’s room is a complete mess. But then I realized that the sweet, sweet, jacket ought to be mine! So I raced …show more content…
I put my hands in the pockets and flapped my arms like a blue jay taking flight. I admired myself in the mirror, acting like a celebrity posing for a front page picture. I sat and stood against every object in the room, and combed my hair like Indiana Jones. As I strutted down stairs, I bombarded my mother with compliments and the words “thank you”. Passing her, I headed to the backyard to relax, on top of a fence. It was so cold I could see white puffs of my breath thinning in the air, it made me glad I had a jacket to keep me …show more content…
The next day was a Monday, my least favorite day of the week. So I wore my jacket for some good luck. But, it turns out that mud covered jackets don’t like to give good luck on mondays. I had just received an F on a math quiz. And best of all, during the morning recess Frankie T, the nicest kid on the playground, stole my jacket. I lended it to him for the recess, and when I looked back I didn’t see Frankie nor the jacket. My best friend, Steve Negrete, ate a pickle while staring at me endlessly. All the girls faces turned pink, because Frankie too had stole their jackets. What were the teachers doing, they should be busting Frankie. I glared over at the three teachers, shivering in the corner. Obviously they weren’t going to be much help what so ever. It seemed like all they were doing was admiring Frankie in my cool new
First, Even though it was cold, I took of the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goosebumps. But when i returned to class i slipped the jacket on and shivered until i was warm. I sat on my hands, heating them up,while my teeth chattered liked a cup of crooked dice. Finally warm, I slid out of the jacket but a few minutes later put it back on when the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard where we,the sixth graders, walked
Sixth grader Jodee enrolled at a private academy and the first few months were without incident. Jodee reveled in having friends and tried to do everything right to stay in good standing. The trouble started when she called her mother to leave the party early. Jodee begged her mother not to tell her what was going on with the twelve-year-olds—but they were all caught in the act. Monday morning at school she found her favorite suede shoes floating in a toilet bowl of urine with a note attached—“Bitch, this is just the beginning.”
One summer morning, I woke up excited. My friends and I were going to Hershey Park. I’ve been busy this summer, so this is the first time I was able to go. Hershey Park is a big amusement park with big roller coasters and a big water park. The Fahrenheit is my favorite ride there. I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and waited for them to pick me up at my house. While I sat on my couch, I had my bag with a towel and a bathing suit for the water park and I could put my phone there. I was ready to go.
Gary Soto got a Jacket that’s was the guacamole color and he did not like it, but he knew he would have to have it for some years because it was big. Everybody ignored him and didn’t pay attention to him, only the people who also has a bad jacket. The girls would hang out with the boys who had neat jackets and not the ones who did not.
“The Lesson” a short story from Gorilla My Love by Toni Cade Bambara is about a woman, Miss Moore, who wants the best for the children who lives in the inter-city slums of Harlem. Miss Moore took them on a field trip to a toy story that has the luxuries that they do not see often. The children think she is a mean, proper lady, but she is not that at all, she just wants to help them. The author expresses social inequality in this story. “The lesson she wants to impart is the economic inequality that exists in the United States, and for the most part, she succeeds admirably in her goal” (Korb). All of the children experienced the field trip, but Sylvia was affected the most. Miss Moore is more than a character, she is a significant symbol in this short story.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
It keeps raining, like someone is pouring down buckets of water from a sullen sky, vehemently and intermittently. Jessie had found herself sheltering beneath a rainbow-colored awning of a doughnut store, trying her best to press herself against the glass front of the store in order to stymie the raindrops casting towards her. When the downpour continues to show its power for more than one hour and Jessie knew that she can't make it home under this condition, she starts to get agitated, like a cat on a hot tin roof, watching edgily into the street. It doesn't take too long for Jessie to start blaming herself for being stuck in that time-consuming and futile situation. But how can she blame herself when that stupid mess is not her fault. She had anticipated that the rain was absolutely coming and did nothing but walking hurriedly from her office toward Main Street to her home. As she turned to the corner
I was wrapped in my blanket like a Butterfly in its cocoon. As soon as I began to have conscious thought of my crush, dancing, and my dreams turning into a reality my eyes opened as if I was facing Bruce Lee himself. Then I jumped out of my bed if I was running with gazelles in sub Saharan Africa. I smoothly landed into a crouched position on the ground I got straight into my dance battle stance with a stare determined like Eminem. I knew today would be a good day with the sun shining on me through my white curtains. As I noticed the dust from my desk float in front of me I copied its abrupt and jerky movements into the bathroom. I walked on my bathroom carpet like Tupac in a music video and fixing myself to look fresher than some new vans. My sister being her usual caveat smashed on the door shouting at me for taking a while.She is older than the hills. Rushing out and karate jump kick through my door wearing my towel I looked to the clock. “7:30” I said with a Arcane voice and took my plain white t shirt, fake faded lacoste jacket, and some khaki jeans. I looked in the mirror real quick licked my lips, made a quick rap, and did a quick bboy set. I began walking to school. I was hungry that time, I can eat a horse.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
We didn’t have anything to do. When it was time for us to board the plane to Jamaica the six of us kids were so excited. Green Bay to Atlanta was the first time the six of us had flown so we were all kind of nervous. On our way to Jamaica though we were basically jumping out of our skin. Looking out the window was beautiful. The ocean was calm and a beautiful blue. When we finally landed I was so jumpy, When the door to the plane was open, you could feel the heat rushing in. I was so excited but the people in front of us were so slow to get out of the plane. When we finally got out the six of us kids went to the bathroom to change into shorts.
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
The first day of school started and Kandy was in 10th grade. Her new clothes got her a lot of attention, everyone complimented her about how they loved what she was wearing. That was the only thing she was confident about, her clothes. She knew that her style was awesome. Her best friend, Ang, was in two of her classes. Kandy thought that this would be the best year of school because she never had any friends in any of her classes before. Turns out they both had the same lunch. They would talk up by the road, on the sidewalk, to Speedway everyday for lunch. For some reason people would always honk at them and one day a girl yelled out the window and called them sluts. Obviously because she was jealous. The first few days of school went by fast, then kept getting slower and slower.
My cheeks begin to ache as I remember the smile so big on my face when the camera snapped. I thought my face would break in half if I tried to smile any wider. I was four years old and my hair was a lovely brunette with spears of pale blonde. The color every woman dreams of now. Shoulder length and bobbed I covered all my hair with a baseball hat, a smaller vesion of my father, we were going fishing. My skin was white for lack of sun from winter but my cheeks were bright red from the brisk air. T-shirt and jeans I was ready to fish. Of course my mother made certain that I was wearing my spring jacket.
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.