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Molly Harding is an eighteen year old girl currently living in Memphis, Tennessee. She lives in a two story house in Germantown with her parents and her younger brother, Cooper. Molly is going to college overseas in the summer and has yet to apply for a passport and visa. On top of that, her class is going to Florida for their senior trip next week and she has to read some maps and brochures of local attractions before leaving on Monday. First, Molly must get her parents to sign the travel release form to go to on the trip to Tallahassee. After receiving the slip at school on Thursday, she forgot to have her parents sign it and bring it back on Friday. It’s now Saturday night and she definitely can’t go on the trip if her form isn’t in by Monday morning. As Molly was thinking about this, she ran downstairs …show more content…
She pulled out some slightly crumpled brochures from her school bag, which she had picked up the day before, on her way home at the travel store. “Tallahassee in a Week” and “50 Things to do in Florida” read the bold prints of informative texts. She read through the pamphlets and the attached maps and proceeded to highlight some of the places she hoped she’d get to visit, or at least pass by, one being the Florida State University where her best friend Vicky would be attending. As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
The Arizona atmosphere was visibly different in both literal and nonliteral ways from Kentucky. Taylor’s lifestyle would have been drastically contrasting with how she thrived in her new home of Tucson. Apart from having a night and day experience at maternity, and getting a fresh start at life on her own, Taylor also met a new group of people who changed her in many ways. Lou Ann, who molded her into a better mother, Mattie, who helped her to overcome fears, Esperanza, though she spoke very little, managed to open Taylor’s eyes the horrors of a life she would never have to experience, and finally Turtle, who made Taylor realize what she loved most in life. Pittman, Kentucky did not have any of these individuals to teach the protagonist of this story.
Between study group, debate, and chess tournaments there wasn’t much of a social scene around Winchester University in Omaha, Nebraska. The school year at this college was year round, but the students were given a 30 day summer vacation in July. The majority of the students went back home to visit their families during this time. But as juniors at the University Charles, Fredrick, and Stanley, all childhood buddies, decided it was time for a change and that they needed a little more spice in their life. Realizing that they were almost twenty-one and had never breached their comfort zone, they knew a road trip was in store.
Lew had memorized Molly’s schedule. He knew that Molly arrived home at 3:15 am and left again at 5:00 am. The creaking stairs alerted Lew to Molly’s comings and goings.
Despite the packing boxes and the moving truck parked on her street, Riley Matthews could not accept the fact that she was moving to Austin, Texas. She had only ever known New York City as home. Her two best friends, Maya Hart and Farkle Minkus, lived and conquered the world with her since the first grade. The trio was inseparable. What would she do without them? Her mom promised her that she would make new friends in Texas, but Riley couldn’t trust that. She would be the weird new girl from a state up north. Moving to Texas would be the end of
Have you ever loved a place as a child, but as you got older you realized how sugar coated it really was? Well, that is how Jacqueline Woodson felt about her mother’s hometown and where she went every summer for vacation. The story, When A Southern Town Broke A Heart, starts off with the author feeling as if Greenville is her home. But one year when she has 9 she saw it as the racist place it really is. This causes her to feel betrayed, but also as if she isn't the naive little girl she once was. By observing this change, you can conclude that the theme she is trying to convey is that as you get older, you also get wiser.
We closed the trucks and trudged to each side of the two trucks. I dropped down in the seat and stared out the open door before sitting up to tug my blond, curly, noodle like hair into a tight ponytail. I slammed my door closed and slid my seatbelt around my body. I let the sound of silence crash down on me like waves. The silence broke as my dad slammed his door closed. I gave him a quick glance before turning to the window and staring at the large tan building. “You ready, kiddo?” I could basically hear the smile on his face as he spoke. “If we’re being honest here, no” I snickered. He pats my head and started the car. The car roared before falling
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
“Check your phone after school today because I will text you when I get there to pick you up!” Jimmy’s mother Theresa replied. During most of the school year, Jimmy takes the bus to school and back home from school but his mother was not working today, so she was available to pick him up at 3:30. Emerging from the kitchen into the doorway, Theresa waved to her son as he boarded the school bus.
On a chilly, December day, the Peterson family began their day as usual. The day started with the father, Paul, making breakfast while the mother, Lia, packed lunches. They had one daughter, Taylor. She was in ninth grade at Westfield high. This particular morning when they were getting ready for work and school, Taylor excitedly reminded her parents about her upcoming choir concert that night. Taylor had been given a solo and was excited to surprise her parents with it. As they headed out the door, they all gave hugs and said their I love you's. Taylor watched her parents drive away together as she waited for the bus to pick her up.
Sally Callahan is a 23 year-old Washington waitress who has to work six jobs to afford her one bedroom studio apartment that is four hours outside of the city, her $3,500 health insurance premium every month, and pay off her $78 million student loan that she had to take out when she attended a community college class for fifteen minutes during the Spring of 2014. Little did Sally know that these would be the least of her problems after she got arrested in connection with sharing privileged information.
The baby blue sky held a golden sun whose rays gave off the perfect amount of heat. It was a pretty nice day for the end of December. Who would’ve thought that day would be one I’d never forget? I was going through my day like every other 7th grader at JRG, when I was told my mom would pick me up at 2:15. Instantly, my brain filled with ideas as to why my mom would come get me early. Were we going up north? No, I was never told to pack -- they wouldn’t just spring that on me. Were we taking a trip to Milwaukee? No, again, they never told me to pack. Idea after idea flowed through my brain, but none of them made any sense. Finally, the clock hit 2:10 and I was released from class to get my stuff from my
Her mother only lived a few towns over, but the drive would give her a chance to collect herself and clear her head a bit. She turned on her radio; “Music always helps,” she thought. With the radio cranked and her windows down, Emily began to put this horrible mess that had somehow become her life in her rearview mirror.
Sandy, the curator, gave me a tour of the Milford Historical Society. I moved some needed books form one place to another in the Bryan-Down house. Also, I sorted through some biographies of the Ells family people. Sandy went over preliminaries for the Hartford Conference. Once Sandy left, Ardienne, soon to be the former president for the Milford Historical Society, and I picked out a costume for the education tours. I found out that for the first few education tours I will be watching what Ardienne does. I was told to arrive nine the morning for each school tour and one tour will be added for June tenth. The following day I went to the Hartford Conference.
Quiet as a mouse, the man opens Kristin’s bedroom door slightly-- just enough to where a crack of light passing. Anxiously, she jumps out of her sheets and sees her dad standing there. “I tried to call you, so you could get packed for the trip to Indiana.” While Kristin sits on her bed thinking about how tired she is, the rest of the family rapidly packs up their bags like they only had one minute until the house would explode. Kristin’s mom has always been there for her, but this time in her life, she would have to become an adult.
The car waits outside along the driveway its engine purring and windows rolled up and horn hacking away. “All right, we’re coming you don’t have to wake the bloody neighborhood,” yelled out Wendy leading the way towards the red tinted window car covered in dents and muck. “Stupid, idiot,” braked Wendy even more perplexed as she glances up and down the drive takes a beeline towards Megan. “Did it ever occur to you to book this trip at night and not during the busiest time of the day,” express Wendy. Megan rolls her eyes, “It’s what I could squeeze out at the last minute,” she blurted back a little bit annoyed. “Then you are losing your touch little grass upper,” responded Wendy who for the first time showed some inkling of a smile. She took