Escaping the Beasts I felt the chill of the morning enter my room as Bucket opened my window and climbed inside. It wasn’t even his job to gather the boys. My head was racing with questions, but the look on his face told me there was no time. “Hurry Ollie, meet us at the tree.” Bucket didn’t even wait for me to reply before leaving. I quickly snuck into my mom’s room to see if she was still asleep-- she was. The houses on my street backed a wooded area, where the boys and I secretly built a tree fort. We meet every morning to plan and discuss things. The tree fort is 76 paces off the trail backing Bucket’s house. Once I arrived to the bottom of the tree, I made my call and went on up. The tension in the air made the hairs on my neck stand. …show more content…
Are they okay?” I asked her in hope of getting more information about what Harrison told all the boys. “Well, I don’t know the full story, but Harlan was playing with his dog. And he was in the sight of a white man, and Harlan is black like us, so the man… he shot Harlan’s dog. Whites and blacks don’t along like they used to, Hon.” My mom was definitely right about that. I watched as my mom slipped on her work shoes, and walked out the door. Now that my mom’s at work, it is time to slip away and visit Harlan. When I got to Harlan’s house, his mom poured me up some apple juice. Just like she always does. Everything was same. Aside from Axl sitting at my feet as I drink up my juice. And Harlan hasn’t said a word. “Come on Har, let's go outside.” I said as I nudged him to the back door. He said nothing, just got up and went on out with his juice. “Hey Harlan, I am really sorry about what happened. Us boys are going to get back at him for what he done.” After saying this a big smile appeared onto his face. “Like what?” He asked, clearly onboard. “I dunno, just rock his house, leave a cow pie on this porch, and… light his house on fire.” “You’d do all that just for me?” He asked with an even bigger smile on his
She talked about how dangerous it could be for him to date white girls as he got older. How Stella could never understand Jordan fully. She then said “if she can’t use your comb don’t bring her home.” I, 11-year-old Whitney, was furious. How could my mother be so biased? How could she not see that there was so cute? It wasn’t until I was about 15 when it all made sense. I was learning about Emmet Till in school and I remarked how he looked like Jordan. Chubby cheeks and broad shoulders. So when I came home I knew a piece of what my mother was saying. IT can be unsafe for black boys to love white girls in public.
“Let’s get started on the corn,” Maddie stated. When all the family got home they were so impressed. Before they started eating Jamal and Maddie whispered, “Thank you Mr. Tom we are so thankful for
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
“I would love to”, she said with a smile as she grabbed his hand. They slow danced to the first song, then the next, then the next, and into the middle of the night until they were the only ones left on the dance floor.
He imagined his mother lying desperately ill and his being able to secure only a Negro doctor for her. He toyed with that idea for a few minutes and then dropped it for a momentary vision of himself participating as a sympathiser in a sit-in demonstration. This was possible but he did not linger with it. Instead, he approached the ultimate horror. He brought home a beautiful suspiciously Negroid woman. Prepare yourself, he said. There is nothing you can do about it. This is the woman I have chosen. (15)
“You know how his mom will treat him once he is out of the hospital. Who knows what she will do to him? Even if he’s sick I know she won’t be scared to hurt him again,” I told Darry. I think he took that into consideration but didn’t really say anything more about it for a while.
Charlie smiled as he turned his attention to the horses, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. Turning to check on Danny, Charlie grew concerned. He looked positively peaked. “Are you feeling alright, Danny?” she asked, turning in her seat to look at him.
I walked through the front door and Vaughn was sitting by the lobster tank. I walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled. He looked at his watch then said,
We were both excited and probably a little nervous to see him again, so my friend turned into the driveway. We each had wide grins on our faces, while we debated whether or not to actually get down and ring his doorbell. I don't know what we were afraid of, but the conversation for about a minute, went along the lines of, "No you go. No you go . . . ."
work it is going to take him to get home. He says, "I shouldn't have gone out so far"
Moving your body makes your position change; you're physically not where you just were. Moving your life gives you a life change; you're not going to be in the same mental space as you once were.
My rosy pink, baby cheeks lay against the chilling cold window instantly cooling down my burning face. My dark, dull brown eyes stared blankly out into the gloomy blue sky. I saw autumn approaching fast with the multicolored leaves flying wherever the strong blowing wind decided to take them. I started recapping the goodbye’s I had to say to my friends, family and my childhood “boyfriend.” I grew an irritating anger towards my father, for, at the time, I was too young to fully understand; it was not his fault. After seeing my heated glare at him, my father promise me that we would never move again. He assumed that I would make friends in no time.
“...for what your mom is gonna come home and tell you guys” I was so relieved that it wasn’t my mom but then I thought “who is it then?” and she never mentioned, she said she wasn’t aloud to. I began to think is it my Papa, Carl, my step-dad, or who, but the ONE person I didn’t think it would be was my aunt, Savannah. I would tell you that story but it is quite long besides that’s not what I am talking about today, well not
“Do we really have to stay?” Zack asked precariously. “I mean, we could try to outrun the storm. We have done it before.” “No Zack, we barely survived that incident. I will not go through that again.” I shot back in response. Then the sound occurred again, right above our room. The sound seemed to follow me as I adventured the house. “Do you hear that too, Zack?” “Hear what?” he replied. “Nothing. Nevermind.” I hesitantly said. As the night came to a close, I crawled into bed and began to drift off into a deep
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,