its was a regular moring a bright and quiet morning and i had woken up and ran downstairs , i saw my parents and my sister. Mom was cooking breakfast , dad was reading the newspaper , my sister jill was in the living room watching t.v. i walked to the table and said “ good morning ” with a big smile on my face. They all replied with “ good morning to you too ”. After we all had finished breakfast i got upstairs to get ready to leave for my grandparents house ”.
Pathos emotionally connects with the reader. Outliers shows many examples, one would be the story of 12-year-old Marita living in a one-bedroom apartment with her mom. To reach her success “I wake up at five-forty-five a.m. to get a head start, I brush my teeth, shower. I get some breakfast at school, if I am running late…” (Gladwell, 264).
Everything told fast going on fast. We are told of Gregor’s thoughts, flashbacks, the daily happenings. The narration gives a feeling of reading the daily newspaper or watching news channels.
6:30am. I then scream, “OH MY GOSH, I'M GOING TO BE LATE”. I jumped up, hopped off my bed, and reached into my closet and pulled out my work clothes. As I run down the hall to get to the bathroom, I knocked on my siblings doors, screaming everyone get up.
I turned up the heat to a colmfy 74 degrees and flopped on one of the beds. Wrapping the blanket around me I updated social media and then laid there stretching. I was so tired from driving way more tired then I thought i was. After laying there for what seemed to be 30 minutes Leo crawled in his bed and I went to go shower and get ready for bed. WHen I got back in bed I took a look outside the window and say that snow was still falling.
The next morning, he had prepared her a list of chores for her to do while he was out in town. The house was indecent, and tremendously filthy as if no one lived there. The windows had gaping holes, doors hung on it’s hinges at a jaunty angle, as well as having combs all over the house. That being the case, she didn’t quite finish all her tasks that day, it would at least take another week.
All i wanted was to throw my alarm clock across the room and sleep for the rest of the day. I could smell my mom making breakfast, it was pancakes my favorite. I finally got up after smelling that. While I was getting ready, was kinda excited to be in the sixth grade. I was finally in middle school.
I woke up this morning with a terrible headache. I reached for my soda by my bed and took a swig of cola. The liquid went down my throat, and I could feel my body slowly come alive as I broke the fast with the caramel liquid. Getting out of bed, I walked over towards the bathroom to take a shower. I looked into the mirror and beheld myself.
Beep, Beep, Beep, my alarm rang. I looked over and saw 6:30 in big red digital numbers. I got up out of my broken down bed and started my morning routine. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, then made my breakfast. My parents are usually awake by dawn so I went into their room to look for them.
I zip up my last bag and place it in the corner of my room then head over to my desk double checking that everything is packed. After I am sure that my bag is ready I fell flat onto my bed and close my eyes, I was so tired. The house had gone silent except for the faint sound of the T.V coming from my parents bedroom before it was interrupted by the chime of the door bell. My mother opened the door and her stressed face turned into a bright smile as she hugged her close friend who had come to see us off. “Today is the day” I thought to myself.
The butterflies have been in my stomach all night while I anticipated the alarm clock to alarm with that annoying buzzing sound. As I reached over and hit the snooze button, I could not believe it was 4 A.M. already. I went in the bathroom sat on the toilet to relieve myself and then washed my hands, washed my faced and brushed my teeth. The washcloth on my face felt as refreshing as a cool breeze on windy day. Today, I enlisted in the United States Armed Service as an Army Soldier.
APiper dropped the paper bag on the granite kitchen counter, balancing her cell between her shoulder and the crook of her neck and continuing her conversation while she began unpacking the numerous bags of groceries. • You have to go with us, Diane - Piper protested into the phone while pushing almond milk into the fridge- Alex won’t enjoy her birthday if you aren’t there. • I’m sure Al with prefer to spend a romantic couple of days with her girlfriend – Diane replied sarcastically with a snort – than having her mother tag along. • We traveled a lot this year.
“In all honesty I never drink regular coffee, I’m a Starbucks whore.” She told me as she grabbed her purse off of the hook by the front door. We walked about two blocks, “So what is the workout we are going to do?” I asked. “You’ll see.”