Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… “Maggie.” Channing Tatum was running towards me through a field of daisies. “Maggie,” he said through smiles. “Maggie. Maggie!” he yelled across the meadow. “MAGGIE!” I felt a slight stinging sensation on the top of my foot. Why is Channing Tatum yelling at me? “MAGGIE WAKE UP!!” I shot out of my wonderful dream, and returned to dull reality. As I sat up from my sleeping position in the old dingy red minivan, I bumped my forehead on the little notch used to hang garments from. “OW!!” I shrieked. My headphones fell off my head, and I saw my little brother in the middle seats motioning to my mom. “Maggie, what is that sound? We’ve been trying to wake you forever,” my mom crowed. “What sound Mom?” I asked …show more content…
I mean, I’m leaving my whole childhood back in Chicago. I’ll miss my friends so much! My best friend, Tiffany, promised to write me every Sunday with her favorite sparkly orange pen. I’ve always been jealous of her penmanship. On the other hand, I think it’ll be excited to restart in a new city. My life back in Chicago wasn’t exactly adventurous by any means. I don’t possess any one talent, I’m just average. One could compare my existence in this world to that of a dust bunny’s existence in a house. Sure, the City of Angels is substantially larger and a whole lot more diverse than the Windy City, but all in all, a city is a city. Suddenly, our caravan of Kingsley’s came to a stop. I opened my eyelids to see a dinky roadside motel through the windshield. My dad climbed out of the car and ambled to the office. I silenced the music in my headphones, only to hear Marty and Cooper, Marty’s twin, arguing profusely. “Marty, STOP! It’s MY cracker, you already had the whole BOX!” Cooper …show more content…
I wasn’t aware of Bridgemont’s dress code.” “Uh-huh. If I had a nickel every time someone used that line. Come on, let’s go.” she barked. “B-b-but…” I argued. “No buts’.” The principal’s office was a dull area. The walls were an ugly tan color, not unlike the classic Band-Aids color. The ladies in the office tried to liven up the place with potted plants and assorted posters, but it just didn’t work. Mr. Taff summoned me into his lair. I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.” The girl’s backpack makes a shuffling noise as she puts it on, and I take that as my cue to enter. I walk a couple steps in and freeze. It’s Violet! Mr. Taff makes a clicking sound of disapproval with his mouth. “Well well. What do we have here? Looks like you two performed the ol’ switcheroo.” “No no, sir. It’s not like that!” I plead. “Why are you here?” Violet asks. Then I see her eyes land on my outfit. Her amber eyes widened. “Oh. That makes sense. Did you really get confused for me?” “Well obviously! But I wasn’t aware that you had a dress code, Mr. Taff, I
“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.
The two, both dealing with the loss of someone tremendously important and close to them, would be better off supporting each other, but instead they break away from their bond and deal with the pain alone. Since “[Henry] and Marty hadn’t talked much since the funeral,” (Ford 9), “it made the hole in Henry’s life that much larger,” (Ford 9). Not too many years after Ethel’s death, and after awkward and unfamiliar encounters between father and son, Marty introduces his father to Samantha, Marty’s fiancée. Henry is overjoyed that Marty wants to show him a part of his life, and the three start to uncover Henry’s past, bringing them all closer. Finally restoring their bond, Marty and Henry find that it’s easier to cope with their loss of Ethel than to ignore the grief like they had
Maggie is a major character in Everyday Use. Because Maggie is quite and withdrawn, she is hardly recognized. “She has been like this, chin on chest, eyes on ground, feet in shuffle, ever since that house burned the other house to the ground”(316). While Maggie loved that house abundantly, Dee despised it. Although she became attached to her previous house, she portrays that materialism is not as important as remembering spiritual values. She has a true, un-superficial sense of family, or heritage, as she tells her mother that Dee may have the quilts because she "can 'member Grandma Dee without the quilts" (321). Maggie comprehends that she can recall her spiritual values without material possessions, unlike Dee. Dee becomes more concerned
Author Truman Capote grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana and spent much time in Los Angeles, California where he passed away. He had a troubled childhood with parents who were divorced and a mother who was absent. In 1959, Capote came across a small newspaper section about a mysterious murder of a four-person family in rural town Holcomb, Kansas. Capote wanted to write a non-fiction novel that would contain more intricate detail than any newspaper article would ever have. So after intrigued by the story, he started his 5 years of research. During this time Capote became very familiar with the two killers Richard Eugene Hickock and Perry Edward Smith, who were executed in 1965 a year before the book was published. Famous friend Harper Lee accompanied Capote as they interviewed local residents and dug deep into the minds of the psychotic duo as they planned to kill the innocent Clutter family, who were active members of the Methodist church and owned an 18-acre farm. The two murderers were compulsive robbers and wanted to leave no sign when venturing into the Clutter home for the safe full of Herb Clutter’s well-earned money. They were going to escape to a new life in Mexico, where no one would know who they were or what they have done.
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
In the late nineteenth century people obtained more freedom. The American rags to riches story struck a chord with many people and they tried to change their social class. For some, even with new opportunities in life, it would be hard for them to climb the class ladder. Many people live lives full of hardship and obstacles, such as Maggie Johnson from Stephen Crane's Maggie a Girl of the Streets, who grows up in the slums of New York City. Edna Pontellier from Kate Chopin's The Awakening lives a life of extravagance and wealth but still ends up dying a sad and lonely death because she makes poor decisions. Maggie also dies in a tragic death, but not because of bad choices, but because of the situation she finds herself in throughout her life. Maggie's situation turns her into a victim and facilitates her tragic death while Edna makes herself into a victim and causes her own death.
Some people are made tough; others are born with a certain resilience that makes them less susceptible to being brought down by their surroundings or their predispositions. Stephen Crane’s character Maggie in his work Maggie: A Girl of the Streets is one of those unique few who has a little something extra in her being, some fiber that is stronger. Others in Maggie’s situation would likely fold under the pressure and succumb to what some might see as an inevitable destiny. Maggie, however, withstands great amounts of pressure and survives it for much longer than a weaker personality would. She does fall prey to the stereotype that a person is born either exceptional or lowly, but Maggie shows great potency and will power throughout her trials. It is her strength that fights the evil that surrounds her. She is in a battle with herself: On one side, there is Maggie, the girl not of the streets but rather the girl who wants more for herself. On the other hand, there is Maggie, the stereotype, the girl who cannot escape who she is destined to become. Influenced by forces beyond Maggie’s control, she falls prey to the novella’s title and becomes of the streets. Maggie, as Crane describes her, “blossomed in a mud puddle” (Crane 18), but even though the beautiful flower is visible, it is covered in mud. Maggie would be a character easily forgotten if it were not for her resilience that is manifest in her resistance to what becomes her fate.
For the spring term, the faculty made changes and Philip got assigned to Miss Narwin’s homeroom class. Things got worse when Philip was assigned to her homeroom as if being in her English class wasn’t bad enough. When Philip got back to school he found out he was assigned to counseling. Philip was furious and still wanted to get out of Miss Narwin’s English class.
My tongue is swollen from every time I’ve bit it. Hoping not to insult those who never showed me the same cutesy. My eyes are bloodshot from all the slinet soft tears I’ve shed in the bathroom stall on the far left of the room. Hoping those that caused them can’t hear me, and berate me further.
Almost all the women in my family were nurse, but my sisters and I can’t handle anything similar blood, we are squeamish. My sisters are a little better with dealing with blood, but one of them can’t do hospitals and is going to be a sports medicine trainer, while the other one can’t do anything with her own blood. Then there is me, that gets sick just thinking about the human body or blood.
The busses are cramped bus on bus on bus. Seven o’clock hits and Ms. Brandy waves her hand signaling to the students off. Myself being a student, get off with the herd of students and walk underneath the school, which is covered with navy blue seats. I approach Ms. Jones with a bit of nervousness running through my veins. The reasons was because I never had a class with her until this year and I did not have a very close connection with her.
Sabrina, Daphne and Puck were sitting on the floor of the living room in Granny’s house, where Sabrina and Daphne’s parents had left them for a short trip involving their mother’s sister in Australia. Granny and Mr. Clay had left them alone in the house for a while to get grocery’s (and a lot of water bottles).They were reading the old journals, trying to find any new information about Everafters and writing every new find in their own journals, sweating rivers of liquid, as the day was amazingly hot, breaking the 4 year heat record in Ferryport Landing. No one really wanted to do much except lie down on the couch with a lot of paper fans and water. Sabrina had been leafing through Jacob Grimm II’s journal, sighing as she put the book down for the eleventh time, as Puck had gulped down all of the water in one gulp and was rudely demanding more.
The bell rang, which meant that class was starting. A second after the ringing, walked in the teacher. Her name was Mrs. Polzin. She was short and chubby, and had a low voice. She had short dark brown hair and blue eyes. Jimmy disliked her and believed she was from a different planet. Jimmy had her as a teacher for 3 years; since 3rd grade and had never liked her.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
“ We aren’t we just know that you are so fun and crazy, you would make the night fun.” they say as I blush a little.”