It is a rainy night, it was just turning fall here in Asheville, North Carolina. I was stuck working late like I normally am, I work at a local grocery store called “ Asheville Super Market.” I have been working here since I was almost 15, my parents are friends with the owner so I got a job pretty young here. I have finally got off work, and made my way home to our little house on the corner of the street facing the opposite side of the road. My parents were up still, they usually are when I get off late, just to make sure I make it home safely. This time something was different though, they both sat there in their two recliners, asking me to have a seat. I sat down on the couch across from them. “ Abigail, we have something to tell you” I sat there and stared blankly at them, I had no idea what they were about to tell me. “ Honey, we are moving. We have saved up enough money, and with dad's business we are able to move, and this will be a better opportunity for our careers, and this household. We’ve already discussed this with your sister. It is a place where you will have to be home schooled instead of being put in a public, or private school.” WHAT?! So many many things just ran through my head at once. I had no …show more content…
idea how to talk in that moment. “Okay.” I said blankly too them, there was too much running through my head to have a come back to their statement. I got up and walked up the stairs, Like a robot, straight to my room. That night I sat in my bed thinking, of all the plans I had for my future. I wanted to go to a great college, one that would allow me to become an occupational therapist, which takes a lot of school may I say, but now if I’m home schooled I won't have chance. I would have no friends anymore, I would be all alone with my sister being homeschooled, no social events, nothing. I wont have the experience or opportunities to go to the college of my choice. “ What am I going to do?” I thought to myself. The next morning it was like my parents had never said anything about moving, I was still in denial that we are going to be moving. I didn’t even ask where we were moving too, it better not be a dump of a place. I went to school, and it just wasn’t the same because I knew that I wouldn’t be with these people much longer. The only problem was that I didn’t know exactly how long. I got home from a long day of school, and there were boxes all over the house, I guess this answers my question of how much longer. Not long. I was getting ready for work when I saw this mysterious box was sitting on my bed, I thought it was just a gift from my parents. I ignored it and went on my way to work. I got off work around 10 that night, like normal.
I went to my car, and opened the door. As I started to get in my car I suddenly saw the box again. “ What in the world” I thought to myself. I left this on my bed before I went to work. How did this get into my car? I picked up the box and shook it to guess what was inside. It didn’t rattle, but yet it slide like it was trying to put itself together. I slide the ribbon off the box, slipping the top off the box. Inside was a sheet of tissue paper covering the item inside the mysterious box. Under the sparkly polka dot tissue paper was a map. It didn’t look like anything special, but it wasn’t a normal map either. Oh well, I threw the map and box in my passenger seat, forgetting about it on my way
home. The next day I woke up, and did my daily morning routine for school. Brush my hair, get dressed, pants first then shirt. I went down stairs where breakfast was fixed, with my dad sitting at the table drinking his coffee, and eating his cheerios. My sister was still getting ready, so it was just mom, dad, and I eating our breakfast before it was time for me to go to school, they haven’t mentioned anything about us moving to the island, all they are doing is packing for us. I was out the door, and walking to my car when i saw a package on the doorstep. I picked it up and put it on the table right inside the door of our house, and continued walking to my car. I was sitting in my car waiting on my sister. We go to the same school, she is in 8th grade, while i’m in 10th. Our school is Jr. High and High School together in one building, it’s about 10 mintues away from my house, and starts at 8 o'clock sharp. I usually leave around 7:35 to get there in order for us to get to our classes on time. My sister was running late this morning, and wouldn’t come out to my car.
We lived way out in the sticks in a trailer park community it was a nice community my uncle had lived there for many years. Its 2007 and I already took and passed my GED with flying colors I needed to find a job and I really didn’t know much so I asked a friend of mine who worked for this guy named frank. Frank had a business where he would install granite counter tops and tile floors he was looking for someone to help remove and install the counter tops and tile. I was nervous I had never done anything like this before I was only use to either cutting grass or construction jobs with my dad that only pertained to nailing wood and sheets of plywood up. I had worked for frank for about a year and a half before I had to quit I missed California too much I wanted to move back I missed the warm air and the smell of the dairies and that breeze from the ocean air when it hits you I missed all of that so I moved back and I moved in with my dad. I have had a few jobs in my life that didn’t last very long either the time wasn’t right or whatever but I ended up getting hired at the Walmart distribution center and it was a blessing in disguise because now we can get by. Even though we still have to live paycheck to paycheck we can now not stress as much as how we were going to make it work, how we were
The book never really says who is giving Ed the ace of spades cards. I have two predictions. One prediction is his ma. She has always wanted Ed to do something with his life. Right now he is a 19 year old taxi driver which is illegal nonetheless. First Ed never listens to her. “I’ll just tell her that Dickhead Ed forgot to pick up my coffee table.”(Markus 28). He is never on time to any activity except poker nights with his friends. Ed also mostly helps woman in New York City. His ma can relate to how these woman feel. When one of the cards come in it has “The Stones of Home” as the address. Only Ed’s family called one building in picticular that name. The Stones of Home is a place Ed and his brother tommy went for refuge. The stones are a
Moving is lots of work took me 4 days to pack and 5 to get everything from one house to the new house in Firestone. It was an extremely sad day when we moved because we have lived in that house for 10 years and have had so many memories like when i had my first sleep over i went down the stairs in a pillowcase and broke my hand and the time my sister did a cartwheel down the stairs and broke the railing and my dad was so hostile and frustrated. The part that made me so hostile is when people had to come to the house and look at the home very cautiously i could not be in the house at all i had to leave and and be out of the house of half an hour with my 1 year old brother. It's extremely stressing to have a little brother that but I admire
Dad sat in the middle of the couch and patted the seats on each side of him as if to invite us to sit. Veronica and I hugged Dad. She and I cried.
The doors opened and I pushed him out. He didn’t even ask where I was taking him. Perhaps he thought I was killing him. His mind running through all those mental goodbyes to whoever he thought he loved. I smiled a bit when I tore off the laundry facility door and yanked him inside. Because I was bringing him back to life.
Day 36, Mother tried to stop me from eating again, but this time my dad and I had her tricked. As soon as mom went to sleep, dad came down and brought me three pieces of bread. As I eat the bread, I felt successful knowing that I beat mother, knowing that I have won one of the little games she liked to play. I’m sitting in the basement wondering what will happen if mother finds out what dad did and especially what will happen to me. Day 36, 5:30pm, I am woken by a loud bang and I hear dad and mother yelling, “WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THAT THING FOOD!” I hear my mom yell from the bedroom. She called me a thing not her son but a thing that word shot me in the chest hard. I AM NO LONGER HER SON! I try to go to sleep but I feel the shaking of the stairs
The clanging pipes above my head. The old, musty carpet beneath my feet. The colorful charts full of music notations, all smiling at me blankly. A cold mid-autumn breeze slices through the balmy room, carrying with it droplets of rain from the open door to the outside world. Me, standing in place among the other fourth and fifth graders, bouncing on my toes with anticipation coursing through my veins. Sheet music with simple melodies in our small hands. Children’s murmurs laced with tired apathy, groaning about having to be at school at such an early hour, some starting to fall asleep on their feet. Mr. Knapp at the forefront of the mass of the nine-to-ten year olds, hands up, ready to start conducting when we were ready to sing.
It’s hard to imagine the bubbly entertainer battling dark thoughts, but early in her career, the comedian whose famous tagline is “be kind to one another” didn’t always receive that same kindness. After her character on her 1997 sitcom “Ellen” came out, DeGeneres received backlash in the public eye that left her mired in depression, W magazine reported. Despite her challenges, she told the magazine that ultimately she was grateful for the experiences that led her to where she is now:
You stand at the bus station, dripping wet from the relentless rain above you. Your dark hair, once dry and curly, is now matted against your scalp firmly. The news report said a ‘light drizzle’, but you were starting to doubt that, and wished you had brought your umbrella to keep yourself dry. Your name is Andrew and currently, you are waiting for the bus in the pouring rain. Your destination is your brother’s new place downtown, and you hope he has the decency to lend you some new clothes once you arrive.
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.
“But Mama, I’m old enough to stay inside when we have company. James and I don’t need to be outside,” I complained. One of my father’s colleagues and his wife were visiting. Since my brother and I were only four and six, we were too young, we just didn’t know.
“Right this way per favore” The hostess instructed our eager family. We had driven through the winding streets carved into Italy’s green rolling hills to arrive at this beautiful, remote restaurant overlooking vineyards that blanket the countryside. We were lead to a patio outside shaded by a white gazebo. The place smelled like fragrant flowers. I sat down on a white cushioned chair and wriggling in my seat, picked up the handwritten menu. I scanned over the options trying my best to translate the choices into English. My eyes finally settled on pasta di penne con prosciutto, piselli, e salsa di panna or penne pasta with ham, peas, and cream sauce. My mouth watered at the mere thought. When our waiter came back, I confidently ordered in my
The community that I had been living here for the past couple of years is Woodside. Woodside is my home where there are a lot of varieties of things to do with people’s lives. In fact, it accommodate how people in this community interact with others such as going to varieties of stores, enjoying themselves at the park and etc. The best view point of my community that I like to talk about is the park and the good foundation of stores that are provided in this community.
I stumbled downstairs and dragged my feet along the dirty, cracked hallway floor. Another day in this pathetic excuse of a city. Yelling and loud thumps resonated through the building from the apartments above. I adjusted my winter coat and mentally prepared myself for the hellish crime ridden streets of Brooklyn. I tugged on the door handle again, the stupid thing was still stuck. Rubbing my hands together for alittle warmth I got a good grip on the handle and leaned back, putting all of my weight into one final heave. The rusty hinges snapped loose and the heavy door flung open, smashing me in the face. Blood poured from my face like a faulty water fountain.
I could almost taste the scent of the humid summer air on a bright, early afternoon. The day was hot, and mosquitoes flew here and there, collecting deep, red droplets on which to feed. I could hear the fanfare of cicadas welcoming us. My family and I were all exhausted, having just arrived from a long, unforgettable plane ride. My dad’s hands gripped my own as we approached the gate that separated us from our destination. This was my first visit to my parents’ homeland, Vietnam.We were greeted by my paternal grandmother and shown in to take a small tour around the house where we would be staying. While walking inside, I first noticed a kitchen, then I took a right entryway into a living room. North of the living room was a dining room with a large window covered with silky off-white colored curtains.