The bright, morning sun crept through the gap in the tall black-out curtains as we drank our routinely, wake-up-time hot chocolate. It was a beautiful spring day with clear blue skies. Josie, one of my closest friends, and I had an adventurous day ahead of us. The Dobeyns’ farm had an endless variety of activities and being nine years old, our imaginations had no limits. After a mouth-watering breakfast prepared by Josie’s mum (Bella), Josie and I wandered down to the chickens to restock the eggs. The hens weren’t the friendliest of creatures and definitely didn’t look it either! Their unsynchronised eye-rolling and featherless, pink necks made me uneasy as Josie darted into the hatch to collect the eggs. Next up was to feed the guinea pigs; …show more content…
The thought seemed marvellous however, in the process of filling our bowl, there was more eating done than picking, not to forget our stained feet from the rotten berries – deep blue, black and purple. The half-full bowl of fresh berries was left in the fridge, as we were clueless regarding how to make the pie. The berries gave us quite a sugar rush, therefore we needed something to keep us busy. That’s when my so-called ‘brilliant epiphany’ occurred. There were a few coconut trees in the garden with coconuts the size of soccer balls! It may not have been my smartest and most pain-free idea, but for five whole minutes, Josie and I attempted to play soccer with a coconut. Those dark marks on our feet may not have just been stains after all… The heat of the day was bearing down on us now. Swimming sounded like a wonderful idea since we had worked up quite a sweat. As we bounded down the passage, we realised that we had left our little guest all alone in the intimidating dollhouse. Bursting through the door, we found Rose (the Dobeyns’ domestic worker) staring at the furry body pressed up into the corner of the draw. Angrily, Rose commanded us to take the guinea pig back to its mother. She warned us that she would be telling Bella about our little friend when she arrived home from
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
I am the wife of an innocent dead man. I raised three without a father. People see us as less. We are the Robinson, and me I’m Helen Robinson. Living in the deep south in the 1930’s wineries. The Depression affected most everyone in Maycomb except for us. All of the blacks in the county live in one area outside of the landfill. I lived on the edge of farm which grows acres of cotton every year. We were a poor family that sharecropped. There weren't many people in Maycomb who treated us kindly except for Mr. Link Deas and the Finches. One year the white trash family accused my Tom for a serious crime that he never did. For months we never saw him due to the polices never let blacks and women in. The Finches and neighbours came and helped during
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
Third, Connie and her mother’s relationship was one of distrust. Connie would often lie to her mother about hanging out with the Pettinger girl, and would even feel proud afterwards for being able to fool her mother. It seemed like her mother believed every word she spoke, but at the same time it seemed like her mother knew that she was being lied to. She would make her daughter do countless chores, which seemed like she was trying to keep her daughter out of trouble by giving her more work to
It was a bright and sunny June day. It was all calm at the jury house, Sheila was getting ready for her first case. It was about a person being murdered. Her witness, Mr. Leblanc, asked her if she can help him find his wife. She said that she can’t.
Robert shares a special relationship and bond with animals, in particular rabbits. The rabbits are a symbol of Rowena, not only because they were her prize possession, but also because the rabbits remind Robert of his younger sister. Both Rowena and the rabbits are characters of innocence and purity. Being considered as small, fragile and precious to those who love and look after them. Findley uses the rabbits to evoke feelings of guilt from Robert, during the constant appearances in the novel. When Rowena dies, R...
After that, his mom goes to a wedding. His grandma and grandpa visit for two nights. Teddy and Nora didn’t like the breakfast their grandparents made and they were bored. When his mom came back, Teddy had to baby sit his neighbor Anita’s cat, Cassandra. He would get paid money.
I’m Freda Josephine Baker born to Carrie McDonald and Eddie Carson on June 3rd, 1906, in St. Louis, Missouri, but most of you may know me as Josephine Baker. At the age of 12 I dropped out of school to become an entertainer, yes yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, I was young and ready to become a star. I grew up cleaning houses and babysitting for white families, and they always reminded me “be sure not to kiss the baby”. When I was 13, I got a waitressing job at the Chauffeur’s Club, which was where I met my first husband, our marriage was very brief; I had never hesitated to leave anyone, never depended on any man for anything, that’s for sure.
Throughout this novel, characters like Annawake Fourkiller challenge Taylor’s views on family, and try to have her consider the cultural implications of Turtle’s adoption. As Annawake says, “There’s the child’s best interests and the tribe’s best interests, and I’m trying to think of both” (Kingsolver 170). This novel does not just tell a story about a non-traditional family; it shows how much one person can love a child and the lengths one goes to provide a sense of home. Taylor, the main character in Pigs in Heaven, experiences a journey of self-discovery and motherhood after adopting a young Native American girl, Turtle. Throughout the novel, Taylor navigates the complexities of motherhood and the legal challenges surrounding Turtle’s adoption.
George would never let me tend the rabbits now, I thought to myself. I looked down at the brown an’ white pup, the one Slim gave me, and there he was lying, so lifeless. What have I done? I shouldn’t of slapped the puppy. I thought to myself. I covered the puppy with hay, but then realized that was not a smart thing to do, and uncovered it. The puppy was still very soft, I realized as I stroked it back and forth. I knew I couldn't hide this from George, he knows everything. Suddenly, I was filled with anger, Why did the puppy have to die? It was a lot bigger than a mouse… They tol’ me and I didn't listen. Now George won’t let me tend the rabbits. I rocked back and forth tryin’ to get a hold of myself. I convinced myself, or at least tried to, that this puppy di’n’t have nothin’ to do with George, an’ he has no right to not let me tend the rabbits.
Many seek a reason to live, that fills the hollowness of their hearts with purpose. My brother, who has Autism, is that purpose. He has influenced my character and my convictions In the past, like so many others, I needed to feel a sense of belonging in society, in my family, and in the world. Whenever I turned on the television and watched the news, there were always disturbing cases of people abusing, torturing, and mistreating individuals like my brother.
[Pause] It does not escape me for one moment that the joy I feel right now is thanks to the incredible Geraldine Brooks, for while this play is a historical piece, it acts as a mirror for all of us today. I want to thank the spirit of Anna for her guidance and for Brooks for creating such a beautiful heroine who’s journey has transformed the lives of so many: it transformed mine.
Peter Rabbit and his sisters were forbidden by their mother to enter Mr. McGregor’s garden because it was in this garden that their father had met his end and had become an ingredient of McGregor’s pie. The element of fear had been instilled in th...
The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning to the four-story walk up I inhabited for the majority of my young life. Instead of the pavement surrounding my former building, the final turn of our seemingly endless journey revealed the sprawling grass expanse of a baseball field directly across from an unfamiliar driveway sloping in front of the red brick walls that eventually came to be know as home.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together