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I flop down on my bed and answer the phone "Hello beautiful," "Alex," when Autumn says my name she sounds so scared, my heart starts to pound and images of every possible thing that could be wrong fly through my head "Autumn, What's wrong?" I ask, panicked "He's drunk again. He is smashing all the pictures of me or mom. He is getting closer to my room. I'm scared Alex, talk to me." She keeps her voice low so her dad can't hear her talking to me "About what baby?" I ask softly, trying to keep her calm. If she freaks out and he tries to hurt her, she could freeze up and get really hurt. "Anything." She whispers "Did you see the sun set?" I ask "Yes, it was amazing." I can practically see her smiling as she talked about science. "What do you want to do for our date tomorrow, when I'm officially ungrounded." I smile, barely able to contain my excitement, I can't wait to see her tomorrow. "I don't care, as long as I'm with you." She says laughing quietly. "That was cheesy as hell." I laugh "I know!" Autumn giggles but quickly stops "Alex he's coming!" She whisper yells "Okay Autumn, stay calm, if I need to I will come get you." I say, slight panic in my voice "Okay." She answers. I hear a knock at my door so I hide my phone. My mom comes into my room …show more content…
without an answer from me. "Honey, your dad and I are going to bed so can you-" my mom stops when she hears Autumn say my name "What was that?" Mom asks "Alex he's coming in here!" Autumn yells through the phone, I quickly grab my phone "Autumn, are you okay?" I ask quickly "No," She says "He is about to come in here" "Alexander are you on your phone? Your grounded, give it to me." My mom takes my phone from me. I can hear Autumn's dad yelling at her I reach for my phone but mom ends the call. "Mom no!" I yell "Alexander Marcus! What has gotten into you?" My mom yells "Mom she's all alone!" I push past my mom and run down the stairs "Alexander where do you think your going? I know you think that Autumn is the most important thing in the world but she will be able to survive a night without you!" Mom yells down the stairs. "That's the thing Mom, she won't!" I say as my mom comes down the stairs. "Why not Alexander? Huh, why not? "Because he will kill her!
Her dad will kill her, mom! He hits her and eventually he will kill her!" My voice cracks. I open the door and start running toward Autumn's house. I hear my my calling my name behind me but I keep running, Autumn is the most important thing right now. I get to her house and run to her window. I peek inside her window and find Autumn standing near the corner and her dad in front of her, yelling. He raises his hand and hits her right below the eye. He hits her again and her nose starts to bleed. I want to run to her, see if she is okay, and then punch her dad so hard that he is knocked out for days. Her dad leaves the room and I knock on the window and and she rushes over and opens
it. "You came!" She says. I reach up and push back the piece of her hair that's always falling out from behind her ear. She throws her arms around me. "Of course I did." I really don't want to tell her what I have to say next "Let's get out of here." She says "Autumn, I need you to go back in there while I call the police okay?" I whisper in her ear "Not the police." She says "Autumn, I need to call the police. I can't let this continue, what if he hurts you so bad that-" I can't even finish my sentence. "Okay," She untangle herself from my arms and I crouch down and call the police. When I'm done I look back up and she is sitting on her bed. I wiggle up through her window and into her room. "Okay get a change of clothes, you are staying at my place tonight." I instruct her. She grabs a backpack and shoves some clothes in it while I walk over and I grab the photo of Autumn and I of of her night stand, if her dad is going on a picture smashing rampage, then I want this picture to be safe. I hear her dad coming down the hallway, I tell Autumn twill to start climbing out the window but she is frozen with fear. When John gets in the room, he yells at Autumn and I for a good thirty seconds and then he pulls out a pistol. My heart starts to beat so fast that I'm sure it will beat out of my chest. I grab Autumn and pull her behind me, there is no way I'm letting her get shot. I can hear her breathing deeply and I want so bad to tell her that it will be okay, but I don't know that. He wouldn't shoot the boy who saved his daughter from suicide right? That thought is quickly out of my head when I hear a gunshot. I look back and find a bullet lodged in the wall behind us. I scoot back silently urging Autumn to crawl out the window. She won't move. “What the hell are you doing in my house boy?” John yells and when I don't answer he shoots the wall again. I step back again and direct Autumn toward the window. “John, don't you remember me? I'm Alexander Garrett, your daughter’s boyfriend.” I say just trying to distract him until the cops come. “Well Alexander, get the hell out of my house.” He yells. I grab Autumn's hand and start toward the door but her dad aims the gun at my head. “Without my daughter.” he says. Autumn gasps and starts yelling at her dad. He tells her to shut up and he moves the gun from my head to hers. I nearly grab the gun from him or beg him to shoot me instead but Autumn has other plans. “Dad?” she whimpers “Dad it's me Autumn, your little girl. We used to be so close until mom left.” She bites her lip, obviously to keep from crying, but her eyes start to well up with tears. “Please, Dad. I love you and I don't really want to die tonight. Please, I'm begging-” Autumn gets cut off by an officer who yells “Freeze!” when he runs in the room “Drop the gun!” another one yells. John slowly pulls the gun any from his daughter’s head and places it on her bed. One officer puts him in handcuffs and ushers him out of the room. Autumn starts crying so I wrap her in my arms and she cries into my shirt with the backpack that she put her close in it is on the floor. The officer tells us we need to go outside so I grab the backpack and Autumn’s hand and we go out to the front of the house. Immediately after we get out there Autumn leaps into my arms again and I hold her while she cries. At one point, one of the officers asks me for my parents phone number so I give it to him while I rub Autumn back in a lame attempt to help her calm down but she does relax a little against me. Twenty minutes later my parents pull up at Autumn’s house. “My parents are here.” I whisper in her ear and she just nods. She is crying less now but she is shaking. I pull back from her a little and she is a mess. Her cheeks are puffy and her eyes are red still, she is still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, “I love you.” She smiles and whispers that she loves me too. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. My parents are talking to a police officer about how I saved Autumn’s life and their jaws drop. Autumn continues to shake in my arms as my parents walk over to us. I kiss the top of Autumn’s head and turn to face them. “The Police told us what happened. They gave us this.” My mom hands me a chocolate bar and I hand it to Autumn. She opens it and starts to nibble on the corner. “Mom, Autumn is staying at our place tonight.” I tell her “Well I was told her mom might come get her.” My mom answers “No!” Autumn says, turning around “I will not go with that woman! She left me. Not the other way around. As if that's not bad enough, she left me with him!” She points at her father ”He tried to kill me tonight! I hate that woman!” She yells at my mom. Autumn gasps and I see what she is looking at, her mom heard the whole thing. Autumn glances to me and walks away crying again. I watch her walk away and turn to our moms. “She’s right.” Autumn’s mom whispers
“Ok ok, I’m going.” I reply again I slowly drift to sleep thinking of that cute girl I saw today, I think her name is Jill…
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
“Ok, I’ll go get her,” she said jumping out of bed and running down the hall.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
I peer at him in suspicious. “Are you sure you’re not drunk also?” We laugh briefly before his face suddenly turns serious. “I’d hate to ruin your night by asking this, Magnus, but-” He begins, but I quickly cut him off.
“Fine.” She stated scrunching her eyebrows in frustration, whipping out her phone in the process.
“This your time first right? So far, so good...nice and calm, you’ll be alright, just stay calm.”
“Ah, right,” he says with a small chuckle, his gaze quickly moving over to his daughter. “Let’s go see mom now, mm?” Anticipating her to hop off the bench, he picks her up again before he
She stalked carefully down the hall. She took a deep breath and walked around the corner. He was still standing there "Why are you here dad?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I'm here to apologize."
“I would love that so much Mom! Are we going? Are we going?” I asked excitedly.
There are many different types of events that shape who we are as writers and how we view literacy. Reading and writing is viewed as a chore among a number of people because of bad experiences they had when they were first starting to read and write. In my experience reading and writing has always been something to rejoice, not renounce, and that is because I have had positive memories about them.
“Fine,” I finally reply. “I’ll do it next week.” My mom pulls in closer and I start toward the car.
Kenna says, tilting her head. "What are you thinking?" "You've been watching me?" I ask, smiling. She blushes and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.
"This was definitely an awesome experience for me." I thought to myself. "I really hope that I can do it again."