Peter Everlock. They said he was queer. They said he didn’t talk. He wasn’t mentally challenged. He was just..different. I remember the first time I had seen him. His family had only just recently moved into the neighbourhood then. It was a cold wintry Sunday morning. The side of the country where we lived in, didn’t snow. Daddy drove mummy, baby Clara and me to church. I watched the trees and counted the clouds on the way. On reaching the church, I cried out in glee when I saw a little kitten behind the rose bushes, just adjacent to the church. The kitty gazed deep into my eyes and I fell in love with it instantly. I rushed towards it to pet it in my lap. Mummy scolded me for dirtying my dress. I pleaded with her and daddy to take the kitten home. But they …show more content…
A boy, of about my age, wearing a chequered brown shirt, stood next to the Guava tree. He was watching me. I stared at him with curiosity for not having seen him around before. Since I was very upset about not being able to take the kitten home, I bid it goodbye and went inside the church, not sparing the new boy another glance. Soon the news spread around the town like wild fire. The Everlocks were new in town. Mr. Everlock was a doctor and he had come to work at the town hospital. Mrs. Everlock was a sweet lady who stayed at home with his son, Peter. Peter Everlock. I remember the day when our class teacher, Miss Stella, introduced him to us in class. He appeared to be shy and only looked out the window. I wondered what he was looking at with such concentration that he didn’t hear when Miss Stella asked him to say a few words about him. As days passed, it came to everyone’s realization that Peter didn’t talk. At all. He would do his work diligently and whenever he got the time, he would look out the window. I assumed he would look at the birds as it were the only things worth noticeable. Soon a rumour flew that Peter Everlock was possessed by a ghost. Nancy said his tongue had been cut off at
Portfolio #6 Mikal Ocana Dover, Minnesota Saturday 27th of October, 1979 I got the call late, around 11:30 if I had to guess. The caller described the two bodies they came across. Both of them were decapitated, mid twenties is what I concluded when we found the heads a few yards further in the corn fields.
We entered the hospital I could feel the warm air in my face, then my dad slowly moved my head away from his coat.
He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
When Rainsford(protagonist) awoke in bed he had remembered the night as if it had happened 10 minutes ago. As the scenes of him and Zaroff’s fight replayed in his head a smile grew on his face. He knew what he did was right and that he is not a murderer, he did what he had to do to survive and save the others trapped in the cellular. He had forgotten all about the cellular and was determined to find out where it was to free the others and find a way off of Ship-Trap Island.(Setting) He knew he would have to do a lot of convincing to the people trapped and try to explain that he wasn’t like Zaroff and is only trying to help them.
My name is Robert Borgelin from Wellington Florida. I am married to my wife Frantzie and have six children. I have been a student at Knox for some time now. I teach Mathematics in Palm Beach County School District and also serve as pastor of Primitive Baptist in Lauderhill Florida. I wish to delve during the coming weeks in the concept of Justification by faith.
Growing up in South Carolina it was very adventurous. A warm night on October 03 2000 in West Palm Beach, FL Griz was born. I was born in JFK Hospital. But as soon as I born I moved to Dale, SC. All throughout elementary and middle school, I was called Dequan.
She had a lot of friends and was a good student. ¨I’m in the kitchen¨, she yelled to her mother. It was Sunday morning. The day they had always eaten together. It was sort of like their tradition.
“Whitney? Whitney! Come back! Please, not again!” Screamed Rainsford, voice hoarse from his constant cries. Rain pounded on him, and the midnight-like sea was trying to pull him into its depths.
It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.
Henry Bailey suffered from bronchial troubles. He would cough and cough until his narrow face turned scarlet, and his light blue, derisive eyes filled up with tears; then he took the lid off the stove, and, standing well back, shot out a great clot of phlegm – hss – straight into the heart of the flames. We admired his for this performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistlings and gurglings and involved the whole faulty machinery of his chest. It was sometimes hard to tell what he was laughing at, and always possible that it might be us. After we had sent to be we could still smell fox and still hear Henry's laugh, but these things reminders of the warm, safe, brightly lit downstairs world, seemed lost and diminished, floating on the stale cold air upstairs.
"Thomas Longwoods Acting Classes, they 're in Montgomery Valley now, I want to sign up" I tell my mother as I hold the sheet infront of her face. " Acting.... why? " She says, squinting her eyes to read the words while my baby sister Ronnie starts to nuzzle her head in to my moms neck. " Because its my drea-" Ronnie starts to spit up and mother jolts to the washroom before I can even finish my sentence. I lift the registration form and crumple in into my palms.
Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that
I have been waiting since the start of summer for this day, the day to go against Topeka West the school that have been talking stuff for the longest. There was so much hype about this game and it was finally here, when the bell ringed at the end of the day i rushed out of class and got on the bus to head over to chandler our practice field. When we got there we all the football players loaded off the bus and when we got off there was a table of chips,water,gatorade,PB & J and fruit snacks so we didn’t play on an empty stomach. After we ate and got ready coach talk to us for a little bit and then we got on the bus to head to Hummer sports park, it was a loud bus
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
I arrived at Aunt Rachel’s house for my first summer at Maycomb. When I first arrived, Aunt Rachel was very glad to see me. We ate dinner and then Aunt Rachel forced me to retreat to bed. Early the next morning I got dressed and ate breakfast until my stomach was satisfied with the meal. I went outside to relax in Aunt Rachel’s collard patch.