Holland squeezed her younger brothers hand. Now that he was thirteen years old, Benjimin was required to attend every public call to the arena, a fact that angered his older sister. They watched silently as the swarm of people continued to crawl into the massive arena and find seats. There were no smiles or greetings being passed around. The only sounds were the shuffles of feet and clothing brushing clothing. Even the Heavens appeared to understand the mood of the day. There were dark clouds overhead, threatening rain that Holland hoped would hold off. Nothing stopped the Order, and everyone knew they would be forced to remain until the end. The first sounds of wailing filled the arena, followed by loud groaning and cries. Being that it …show more content…
“I see mom,” she pointed in the direction of the gates where their mother was just entering, still in her uniform from work. Benjimin followed Hollands gaze, then quickly pulled his sister along to reach their mother, who looked relieved to see them. Benjimin ran into his mother's outstretched arms. Noelle couldn’t figure out what good it would bring to allow young kids to attend such a horrid event. She rubbed his back and looked wearily at her daughter who would have to deal with Benjimins nightmares for the next few days. Holland was more of a mother to Benjimin than Noelle was, only because Noelle worked so much to get them a bit of food each night. Her hours were long and hard, when she arrived home, all she could do was sleep. Sundays however, were sacred to the York family. They spent the entire day together, unless Holland went out with friends to give her mother and brother time …show more content…
Noelle kissed her daughter's cheek. “Just don’t be home late,” she replied. Holland nodded and began to make her way up the stairs to the top where Logen always waited for her. How Logen and Holland became friends was a mystery to all. Logen was the smartest in his class while to her horror, Holland was scraping the bottom. Logens favorite pastime was sitting in his room reading famous poems and historical articles that Holland would use as firewood. He studied day in and day out, and aced every quiz and test thrown at him. Holland was too busy taking care of Benjimin to study. She knew that she would be working for the rest of her life, whether she studied or not. There was no money for her to research a career and she wasn’t smart enough for complementary schooling. Logen didn’t see this in her though; he saw her kind yet courageous heart. He lived vicariously through his best friend who wasn’t afraid to do the things he could only dream of. Holland took her seat next to Logen and bumped his shoulder playfully with his. “Another day, another execution?” She said. Logen gave her a slightly amused smile, one of his dimples appearing in his cheek. After their seventh execution, he’d stopped chastising her for saying
To begin the description of my experience, I arrived at the arena shortly before the
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
As a small child, about two years old, Lizzie's mother died. Her father, Andrew, married again. Lizzie did not like her stepmother even though she did not really remember her real mother at all. She never really accepted her stepmother as the person who raised her. And then one afternoon they were robber sunk in the house a...
Working as a teacher serving at-risk four-year-old children, approximately six of her eighteen students lived in foster care. The environment introduced Kathy to the impact of domestic violence, drugs, and family instability on a developing child. Her family lineage had a history of social service and she found herself concerned with the wellbeing of one little girl. Angelica, a foster child in Kathy’s class soon to be displaced again was born the daughter of a drug addict. She had been labeled a troublemaker, yet the Harrisons took the thirty-hour training for foster and adoptive care and brought her home to adopt. Within six months, the family would also adopted Angie’s sister Neddy. This is when the Harrison family dynamic drastically changes and Kathy begins a journey with over a hundred foster children passing through her home seeking refuge.
That same night, I walked by Hannah’s cell and I saw her staring down at a newspaper clip out of a young teenager shaking hands with another man. I recognized that the boy was the man who visited today. Could he be Hannah’s son? If he is, then why hadn’t he visit her all this time? Hannah brushed her fingers across the books on her shelf, and took out a sheet of paper and started writing in it. This time, her eyes turned grey and they were empty, but free.
”On her way home she usually bought a slice of honey cake at the baker’s. It was her Sunday treat. But today she passed the baker’s boy, climbed the stairs, went into the little dark room -- her room like a cupboard --- and sat down on the red eiderdown”(103). As you can see the impact of what the young teens
One of the lessons Hope had to learn the hard way is that her parents know what is best for her. Hope learned this the hard way because she had smoked a cigarette one time. And her parents had told her to not tell her big brother Robert
The space above them buckled. The floating lantern globes heaved upward to the enchanted night sky by the power of his words. The lamps up and down The District shattered, along with every window popping inward. Even a couple of fire hydrants took notice of his might by exploding up many stories high. Wizards, Warlocks and anyone else within the range of his voice dropped to the ground onto their knees. Their hands clasped their ears, heads bowed in pain as they grimaced.
Marie, who is a product of an abusive family, is influenced by her past, as she perceives the relationship between Callie and her son, Bo. Saunders writes, describing Marie’s childhood experiences, “At least she’d [Marie] never locked on of them [her children] in a closet while entertaining a literal gravedigger in the parlor” (174). Marie’s mother did not embody the traditional traits of a maternal fig...
...parents were much more successful in the working world encouraged him to complete many daily activities such as choir and piano lessons. His parents engaged him in conversations that promoted reasoning and negotiation and they showed interest in his daily life. Harold’s mother joked around with the children, simply asking them questions about television, but never engaged them in conversations that drew them out. She wasn’t aware of Harold’s education habits and was oblivious to his dropping grades because of his missing assignments. Instead of telling one of the children to seek help for a bullying problem she told them to simply beat up the child that was bothering them until they stopped. Alex’s parents on the other hand were very involved in his schooling and in turn he scored very well in his classes. Like Lareau suspected, growing up
night the crowd got worse. By the end of the night there was fires and
Once I let my thoughts return to the music, I knew what lie ahead of me. I tapped the nearest "big guy" on the shoulder and pointed towards the ceiling; the universal signal on the concert floor. He nodded, grabbed my foot, and pushed me on top of the crowd. Once I was up there was no turning back. Soon strong hands were surfing me towards the stage. I had the best view in the house and reveled in the moment. I was fueled by an adrenaline rush that was only heightened by the fusion of the music and the energy of the crowd.
During the event there is a smell of smoke in the air from the fireworks that had gone off. There is a general noise throughout the building that gets louder as the wrestlers do a special move or look to the crowd. When a wrestler enters the ring the only thing that you can hear is the first part of their theme song because as soon as the crowd knows who it is they either cheer or boo. The sound of the wrestlers being slammed against the mat is very loud. When a wrestler does his final move you can hear the crowd burst into pandemonium as they all stand and cheer or boo, it all depends on who the wrestler is.
As the crowd built up, it moved towards the doors that led into the actual theatre. I could see that some type of fog machine was at work. A pale mist came out of the cracks of the door. The inconspicuous sound of music could be heard just over the chatter of the crowd of people. Behind those doors there was a thrilling adventure about to ta...
Jules sat at the crooked table once again, but this time he was not a stranger, he was family. He had never tasted a more delicious meal in his life, nor smiled so much in his life. This was his new home, the small house down the red mud road. He didn’t need a big house to call home, all he needed was a family. A little family in the village of kindness.