The sun woke me up on the cold December morning. It was Friday, December 13 and that’s all I knew. No clocks, no phone, nothing that was electric was working. I woke up shivering due to there was no heat in the house. I walked downstairs where I found a note on the ground by the front door. I walked into the kitchen where I found my mom and dad talking about the electricity being out. I said, "Look there was a note by the front door.” I read it out to them. The note had said, "Attention Chesterfield residents, there has been a power outage. Do not panic, the power will be back on very shortly. Students are still required to report to school today, Friday, December 13, 2013. Thank you.” “What? This is ridiculous. There is no power and we have …show more content…
We can get in deep trouble for driving without a license!” “Don’t worry Alexis; the cops are more worried about not having power than kids driving without a license. You have your permit; at least you know how to drive.” Jack said. I could tell she was nervous and scared. “There is it! Turn left!” Jack shouted. We pulled up to the building, it look deserted. There was nothing there just a building. “I don’t think this is a good idea. No one is here. Shouldn’t there be workers here trying to fix the power?” I asked. “No. They are at the headquarters figuring out what’s happening. They won’t be here till tomorrow.” Jack said. We got out of the car we walked up to the doors, it was locked. Jack pulled his lanyard filled with 20 keys on it. He kept putting different keys in the lock until the door would open. Alexis and I followed Jack to a back room. Jacked put his hand out and waved at us to tell us to stop. We looked at him and said, “What?” “Shhh, someone is in there. It looks like they have guns.” I felt chills up my back. Why do they have guns? What are they going to do? Are they cops? So much stuff was going through my mind. I was a nervous wreck. Alexis said, “ Emily was right this isn’t a good idea lets go home..” she paused. Her face was pale. I looked back and there he was. “Don’t say a single word.” The man in the deep voice said. His gun was pointing at us. He shoved us into the room and slammed the door. “We have company.” The man …show more content…
“No! Please, I don’t want to die! We can all just leave and go home and won’t tell anyone about this. I promise. Just let us go, please.” Alexis cried out. “Brian what do we do?” Brian’s partner asked. “Give me your phones. NOW!” Brian yelled. I shooked. I looked over at Alexis and brian as I slipped my phone into my boot. They both handed over their phone. “Wheres yours?” Brian asked me. “In the car. It died so I didn’t bring it. I swear.” I told him. “Give me your jacket, let me check your pockets.” I let him check my pockets. I tried not to look at him in the eye. I could feel my face get red. My palms were sweating. He threw my jacket at me. “I told you.” “Shut up. You guys sit down over there.” We all sat down in the corner. We were shaking because it was so cold. “Emily give him your phone. I don’t want to die. He will kill us if he found out you lied to him.” “Shh, Alexis. We have to call the cops or tell someone what’s happening. If I don’t keep it then we will die because no one will know where we are and no one will be able to save us. Just sit there and be quite, please.” I whispered to her. Both men walked over, and the partner asked, “Why are teenagers trying to fix the power? How will you know how to fix it?”. “My dad works for Old Dominion, I know some things about fixing it.” Jack said, looking down at his palms. “Why you guys here fixing it? Are you the one who made it go off?” I asked. They both looked at eahctoher. “How do
Pashtana said she would rather die than not go to school and acted on her words. Her education is limited and she doesn’t have all the recourses to make school easier, yet she still loves and wants all the knowledge she can get. While I sit in my three story private school, a clean uniform free of holes or loose seams, my macbook air in my lap, the smell of cookies rising up from the cafeteria, wishing to be anywhere else but there. No one has beat me because I want to go to school, no one has forced me into a marriage, I’ve never put my life in jeopardy for the sake of education. Pashtana’s life and choices made me take a moment to stop and reflect on my own life and how fortunate I am to have what I have. We dread the thought of school because to us it is a chore, it’s a hassle, it’s something that messes with our sleep schedule, it is something that gets in the way of lounging around and binge watching Netflix. Pashtana doesn’t take her school and education for granted because she does not have the same liberties we do. While we enjoy driving into the city and shopping over the weekend, Pashtana unwillingly makes wedding arrangements with her cousin. While we complain about our mom nagging us to clean our room, Pashtana is getting beaten by her father because she wants to learn more about the world. While we have stocked fridges and pantries and
Where they grew up, kids as young as 8 years old were recruited into illegal operations; Wes and Tony included. Mary tried everything she could, but had lost her sons to the wonder and curiosity that money brings. The important place a mother should hold in her son’s life vanished and she was left to take care of their mistakes. Later in their lives, both boys were caught in a heist that set them up for an entire lifetime in jail. Their arrest sent “cheering responses” from everyone in their community. The boys were not only involved with a robbery, but a murder as well. The word spread quickly about their sentences and a “collective sigh of relief seeped through Baltimore. At home, Mary wept” (Moore 155). Many families go through traumatic experiences comparable to Mary’s situation. The choices her sons made left her alone, parallel to the isolation the boys were experiencing as
July 15, 1999, was an ordinary night for Kristopher Lohrmeyer as he left work at the Colorado City Creamer, a popular ice cream parlor. Kristopher had no idea that his life was about to end. When Michael Brown, 17, Derrick Miller and Andrew (Andy) Medina, 15, approached Kristopher and demanded his money and his car keys. Before the boys knew it shots had been fired and Kristopher was dead. About an hour after the fatal shooting of Kristopher Lohrmeyer, all three men were in custody and telling their version of the night’s events. Michael and Derrick who had run away after the shooting confessed to police and named Andy as the shooter. According to the three boy’s testimony, they had only recently met and needed away to get some quick cash, so they developed a carjacking scheme and headed to Andy’s house to pick up 2 stolen handguns. The three boys were uneducated and had spent most of their time on the streets in search of drugs. The judge ruled that they would be held without bail and there was probable cause to charge them all with first-degree murder (Thrown Away, 2005).
As we are on our way towards California our car starts to slow down by itself. We were in the middle of nowhere with no one around, because we are taking a different way. We did not want to wait in traffic. I woke everyone up and told them that our car was out of gas. “How could this happen?” said Catherine, “How have you not noticed?” I did not know how to answer her question. We looked at a map that we had in the car. We started to push it toward the nearest main road. We saw others broken down on the side of the road. They had a flat tire so, we decided to help. In return we were able to get some of their gas that they had. It was already getting dark so we pulled over on the side of the road. We made the tent and fell asleep. Catherine asked, “Will we make it out of this?” I replied, “ We will found out
“Ambition is an earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth and the willingness to strive for its attainment”. That being said, what can one go through if their ambition is too much to handle? Anyone who gains excessive power often loses control of personal goals, morals, ethics, and values. Uncontrollable ambition conquers Macbeth in William Shakespeare's play.
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
As I rush in the building I do not stop to put my bike away I just throw it to the ground. As I enter the class the teacher, Mrs. Bob, points a long, scaly, pointy finger at me and says the worst words that I will ever hear, “ This is your last tardy you will stay after school and clean the roof for detention.” Now for most normal detentions all you do is work on schoolwork but, for Mrs. Bob she made you clean the three story high roof. You had to hope you did not fall because there is nothing
The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
I walked down the stairs to eat breakfast with my mom, and my enthusiasm about the march knocked the food out of my mom’s mouth. After her reluctant approval of my participation in the march, I walked to school, my mind holding white fingered to the idea of the march. About halfway through the school day, my English teacher announced, “Time to march kids,” and instantaneously, the children began pouring out of the school doors and windows like a rushing river. Amidst the flow, I was happier than I had ever been, being carried away into an opportunity to change the horrible racist world I lived
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
“Hands up where I can see them!” Hollered the cop as he makes his way towards Summer. He snatches her bag from her hand that contained 15 beers and drugs. “You’re under arrest, underage drinking, illegal use of drugs, on the streets intoxicated! Do you realize what you could have done to yourself?” the cop asked. Summer realized how big of a problem she was in and how dangerous the situation was, tears began to run down her face. Summer felt the handcuffs nearly cutting off the circulation of her wrist because of how tight the police officer locked them. Being placed in the police car backseat, Summer thinks about her mom and how she lied by saying nothing bad was going to happen and she wasn’t going to do anything. Not only did Summer realize she disappointed her mom but she also disappointed
Everyone ordered food except Kelly and I because we didn’t have any money. Because McDonald’s was so close to my house, we decided to ride our bikes back and get money from my dad since he had just gotten home. We got to my house and my dad gave me money for both of us to eat, he even asked if we wanted him to drive us there so we did not have to ride back, but since it was such a nice day we chose to ride our backs back. We then hopped back onto our beach cruisers and headed back towards McDonald’s. We waited at the crosswalk to cross the street. After crossing Cedar Road and heading towards our destination, it was then that Kelly had realized she had dropped her phone at the crosswalk light on the other side of the street, and it was then that my whole life would change in a matter of
School had just started; it was the fall of my sophomore year. I was excited about having new teachers and being able to boss around those little freshmen since I had finally lost that ridiculous title of “freshy.” Although one class did turn all that excitement right into knots in my stomach, it was English 10. Ugh I hated English, partially because I could never remember all those rules of writing, which I had just thought of as “dumb.” I figured, “Why would I ever need to know all them? Computers will be able to fix all my mistakes for me!” As I would soon find out, boy was I ever wrong. Surprisingly, class was going good; our teacher Mr. Mieckowski seemed to be a little weird and quite boring at times but all in all not too bad I mean who isn’t boring occasionally? He had a shiny head with very little hair and never wore long sleeves to class. He was also quite tall and skinny, so everyone had his or her own conclusion about Mr. Mieckowski’s personal life. A lot of the time this ended up being the topic of conversation for his students, along with his hatred towards icicle lights, white reindeer, and especially technology; the thing I loved most.