I have 2 big sisters, Elizabeth and Jodie. Eli is 5 and Jodie is almost 2 years older than me. My father had raised us alone, because my mother was died when I was 7. The days that time were really hard for everyone. She was very cheerful and kind. All of my memories what were made with my mum are precious still now. But it was ten years ago, time have passed and we are good now.
I have a relative good relationship with my sisters, eminently with my oldest.
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I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. I found Eli between her boyfriend’s arms half naked. It would have been a stupid not to believe that they have such a relationship, but it was different to see and realize it than think. I just stood still without a word. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought I would die immediately in a heart attack.
“Stop it Jason, how many times I have to say it? Logan could be here at any time. I don’t want him to see me like this,” she raised her head and saw me. As mine her breath stopped as well.
“He won’t come today, I said him that you sent a massage, you have stuffs to do and you couldn’t meet,” he kissed her one more time, but Eli was faster and slapped him on the cheek and pushed him hard away. “What are you…” he asked with anger but Eli didn’t pay attention to him. She covered herself and looked at me. I didn’t bear it anymore or rather I could move just now. I took advantage of the opportunity and went out of the house. I was confused, it was hard to believe that I felt so much sorrow inside.
“Logan wait!” I stopped but didn’t turn towards her. I knew what she was thinking, but I couldn’t say a word. “I’m sorry... I..." she started apologies, but I interrupted. "You shouldn't, it was my fault. I just wanted to check...
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... feelings rushed him and he became a bit anxious about the meeting with her. Although he met with her some days ago, it was totally different, because here they have to talk. It was difficult to look into her eyes without any bad thoughts. But he swallowed any barrier what limited him to keep on smiling like nothing happened, because he was aware of that his dad didn’t know anything about the situation between him and Elizabeth. He wasn’t sure either that Jodie was and he wanted to keep this state as it was and he didn’t try to change.
“Logan open the door, please,” said his father. Before he reached the entrance he checked Jodie’s look. Her face showed that she would never regret her decision and it said that it would be better if he will be persuaded.
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Someone was knocking on his door. He knew exactly who she was, but he didn’t get the courage to open it up.
He demonstrates his aunt’s willingness to help writing: “‘I know that things are bad between you and your mom right now, and I just want you to know that I am on your side.’” Her generosity made a great impression on Andrews. He extends this thought further when he writes “‘And in the meantime, if you ever need to get away, my house is always open to you. And to Darian, too.’” The trust his aunt placed in him influenced him hugely in his life. He continues to impress this point recording: “I was grateful but shocked. She and Mom were really close, and for Susan to go behind Mom’s back like that was huge.” He used emotional change in order to exhibit how moved he was by the support he received from his family members even if it was only one ally who was on his side from the start. This abundant amount of assistance from his aunt causes the audience to empathize by relating personal experiences from their own families to the
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.
The author explains that Roxanne’s “mother was out of her mind with fear and worry” (Foggo, 87). This shows that her family is struggling because they concerned about Joel’s absence. However, Mr. Morgan, a close friend of the family who is also Roxannes teacher, comes to help them out in their time of worry. Roxanne explains, “so he just came. He was the first person who was calm about the whole thing. Not calm like I don’t care, but calm like everything will be okay” (Foggo, 87). This shows how Mr.Morgan is sympathizing with Roxanne’s family and is trying to help them as best as he can. Here it is seen that once again, it is friends and family who are always willing to help you though the tough time in life.
“Wilson,” I called out, receiving no response. “Wilson?” He stayed slumped in the chair, eyes casted on the ground, refusing to make eye contact or any other sign of acknowledgement. “Wilson!” I yelled, causing him to flinch, his eyes finally meeting mine. There was sadness clear as day in his eyes, but no, he did not deserve to be sad. He did not have any reason. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t provide for her. Not like I could- or would.
“His face darkened with some powerful emotion, which, nevertheless, he so instantaneously controlled by an effort of his will, that, save at a single moment, its expression might have passed for calmness.
Before she opened the door, she asked, “Who is it?” But no one answered. A few seconds later there was another knock. Janine flung open the door, “What the...”
I am grateful of being who I am as a big sister. As the middle child, I feel that my point of view is the best. I get the whole picture. Becoming a big sister again is something amazing. It is something that some people never get to experience. I feel lucky to have little siblings because I know that with my examples, they can become someone great. The opportunity to be older than someone else helped me become someone better. Some things are to never be forgotten and the memories that I have with and of my little brother and sister are examples of that. Although I am a lot older than my youngest sibling, it will never stop me from being a sister. I feel that it is my job to give the little ones advice and help lead them in the right direction in life. My feelings over this experience are indescribable. If there was anything that I could ever change, I wouldn’t change anything. Not even the dirty diapers I helped change or the staying up late nights with Mom. Thanks to them I always tell myself that I will never have kids until I know for sure what I am doing. I understand that there is a lot to it and I think that I will stick with just little siblings for now. Annoying yet sweet little sister and
The phone fell from the woman's hand, landing with a loud crash on the tile floor and busting to pieces. No matter how hard she'd try, she couldn't help the sobs that escaped from her mouth. They became louder and louder, until suddenly they came to a stop. All emotion flooded from her body, and she lay there motionless on the tile. Her two young children hovering over her, fear evident in their eyes. She sat up, grabbing her two young children into her arms, hugging them tighter than she ever had.
“Come back,” I yelped as I dressed quicker than I had previously thought possible. As soon as I came outside I didn’t spot him, thus I began to search. After frisking through my yard for twenty minutes, I still couldn’t find him. I’m usually a stolid boy, yet today I broke into tears.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
“We are probably in deep trouble for leaving the group,” Logan muttered, “Yeah, no kidding!” I screeched quietly. “Ivy Cater! Logan Nichol!
Ever since I can remember, my big sister Barbara has been my heroine, my role model and, when needed, my substitute mother. She's beautiful, sweet, intelligent, funny and loving. Whatever she did I wanted to do, and consciously or not I emulated her: from choices in men (she favored creative types: photographers, filmmakers and writers for her; writers and musicians for me), personal style (though my Afro was never a big as hers), taste in music and even career choices.
I have three siblings along with three nephews. I have a younger sister, older sister, and one older brother. My older sister is the one that had my nephews. We all lived under the same roof until I moved out for college. My mother was more like my father in the house because my father was away working for us, and even though my siblings are her children, it seems that they 're her siblings too. It felt that I was the parent of my nephews and little sister because of the way I had to care for them because everyone else was working. I connect with my immediate family firmly. We always look out for each other because we mean so much to one another. I
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
Mira - As a young adult, when one is asked not to do something, the allure of doing said thing is often greater than it was beforehand. This idea, can be found in young adults across the nation, and perhaps across the world; one thing prevalent to this idea of ‘doing something rendered as taboo’ is the concept of ‘Forbidden Love.’ Therefore, while the poems I chose to be presented in this anthology do pertain to the forbidden love ideal, they focus more on the life of the individual- when said ‘forbidden love’ has fallen apart, and the individual is left standing in the remnants of what they once had. With the presented poems: Just Friends by Lang Leav, Bad Luck Card by Langston Hughes, and Rubies by Carly Taylor, the ashes and consequences of a fallen 'forbidden love' are evident.