It was night outside when Melanie and I exited the hospital. We decided to visit the gardens since they were a walking distance from the hospital. Calm and quiet with only a few people wandering about, the atmosphere allowed us to speak in peace. By the time we reached the gardens, it was Melanie who first spoke up. “...Do you still blame yourself?” Her voice was now stronger, more confident before she was attacked. It took me a few seconds before I gave her my response. “...I don’t know,” I grimaced as I quickly signed back. “These days, I don’t even know who I am anymore. Am I the hero who saved you? Or am I the reason as to why everything happened?” “...You’re neither, Chris…” Her answer surprised me. I guess the expression on my face
revealed my thoughts since she giggled. “What I mean is that no matter what happens, you’re still the same person that became my first friend.” “But if I hadn’t became friends with you, none of this would have happened! You wouldn’t have been injured and-” My signing was abruptly stopped when I felt her lips touch mine. They were soft and tasted sweet. A few seconds later, she slowly backed away, her face blushing with a sheepish grin. “...You dolt...Did you really think you were always by yourself?” She paused for a second, observing my confused expression. “When you first arrived at the school, people did talk about you. But not all of it was negative, you know. Some of them even wanted you to become their friend. But I guess you still thought everyone would only judge you as a mute.” She was right. I was never truly alone from the beginning. Even though there were many people who merely saw me as a mute, there were always people supporting me. My family. A few of the students at my school. The teachers. And of course, Melanie. In the end, I guess I was too stubborn into thinking that there were actually good people out there. I smiled back to her. “Thanks.”
They walked on again in silence and finally she said, thoughtfully, “You know, I’m not afraid of you at all.”
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
...ce near Mean Lady Ming’s where we bought shrimp lo mein. I grabbed Vonetta and Fern and we all ran off. Five minutes later of running we were at Cecile’s house. At the doorstep, I heard crying. This crying sounded like Cecile. Could she have really changed? We opened the door and ran in and hugged her. Surprisingly the door was opened. She must have went searching for us because there were two distinct footprints on her welcome mat before we entered the house and before we stepped on the mat. She really has changed. “You all better hug tight Vonetta and Fern.” I said with tears of joy. “My babies, my babies! I will never treat you that bad ever again. I am so sorry!” cried Cecile. “ From now on I will care for you and be a good mother. I am sorry for however I treated you.” cried Cecile. For the first time in forever, my sisters and I actually had someone to call Ma.
It took her a long time to catch her breath,but she finally managed to spit out the words,
Ms. Flowers noticed Marguerite, sets time apart for her, and encourages her to have an opinion. The relationship between Ms. Flowers and Marguerite began with simple smiles from Ms. Flowers which eventually became an
“I suppose that I have never properly thanked you for saving my life. I am sorry for that. I was not sure then that I wished it saved.”
She faced up to herself and was no longer silent.
Finally, we talked about how scary and dangerous it is for a young girl to walk through the woods to go to her grandmother’s house. Also, she has the thought of her mom telling her to be careful in the woods because it could be dangerous.
I have only every went to school in Wythe County. I went to elementary school at Jackson Memorial, middle school at Fort Chiswell, and high school at Fort Chiswell. I remember my favorite teacher was Mrs. Odell she was my second grade teacher. Probably my most memorable memory of her and her class was when she used to read to us. The whole class would sit in a circle around her on the carpet in the back corner of the room near the book shelve. The books I remember her reading was The Adventures of Fudge. Another thing that I remember vividly about her was that she was pregnant when I had her. My mom works for the system so my brother and I used to always ride to school with her in the mornings. We were very lucky to
She opened her mouth, but then to my surprise closed it quickly again and stomped back up the stairs to her room.
Frank handed his credit card to the concession lady, who handed the bucket of popcorn to me. I ate as Frank grabbed the soda we had bought. We made our way to the theatre and found our seats as the trailers began.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
There's No Place Like Home- Personal Narrative. Other than the sweltering heat of the summer in Oklahoma City, the only dilemma is tornadoes. I grew up in the middle of this “tornado alley” and eventually developed a sixth sense for detecting tornadic activity. Even in the 1980’s, tornadoes were known for their violent crime wave, vandalizing neighborhoods and kidnapping children and adults.
Its the June long weekend in 1995 my family has decided to go to Langley Woodlands for a family get away. We packed the car up mum and dad in the front, and me, Lillie and good old barney in the back seat watching movies before we decided to rip out each others brains before we even got there. Not long after we fell asleep in the bad until we arrived to the place. Once we arrived we woke up to the scenery of tress, paths and a big house. Lillee and i rushed inside as soon as the front door opened to this big amazing house, it was like a dream. We rushed up the stairs even barney followed he was just excited as us to check our rooms out, once we stepped inside our rooms i knew it wasn't just a Woodhouse it was a magical Woodhouse there was
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.