As I sat there for two days, I wondered what the house was going to look like, what the neighbors would be like, and how the schools were. I never had to think of these things before. Two days later, my parents came and picked me up. On the way to my new home, my parents explained that it was not like the house we previously lived in. That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters.
My journal was best friend. I never left my home without it. I constantly wrote in it everywhere I went whether it be waiting for my various clubs and activities to happen, or on the bus, or during the bus ride home . My journal was like a big huge cooking pot that beckoned me to write in it everyday. The pot was never too small to hold all my ideas and thoughts.
The pool had opened so I could go swimming on weekends or when my mom got home. Plus the pool was way bigger than the one at my old neighborhood but it just wasn’t the same because my friends were there and I was here. But I just swam with my mom and sister. But I regret trying not to make friends because I knew I was moving so I tried not to make friends because I knew it would be even harder to move. So I stayed in my room for a majority of the time because I wanted to play with the friends I already had back at my old neighborhood.
She pretends to be a martyr and screams for the other girls to “kill me” (97). When asked by the teacher what she is doing, Satrapi responds with being a sufferer like the martyrs. When knitting “winter hoods for the soldiers,” Satrapi demonstrates how the girls would wear the hoods themselves distracting the rest of the class (97). Satrapi also shows how the girls made the garlands in the classroom with toilet paper for “the anniversary of the revolution” (97). It could be possible that Satrapi is the one who whispers ‘poo’ causing an uproar among her classmates leading to a week’s worth suspension for all of the girls.
Their reason makes sense, but my sister hates that they do this. With my brothers it was different because they snuck out of the house and my mom would wake up in the morning and see them missing and then she would lock all the doors, so they couldn’t come back inside of the house. What my mom did was really drastic, but she did it for a good reason he never asked permission. The only friends I really have is 2 good friends and I barley talk to them because there’s nothing to talk about once high school is over I still have to worry about
At one point, it was easy to live and thrive out here in the middle of nothingness. But now, as summer is slowly coming to an end the crops in the garden are freezing as is the water in the lake. Normally, I wouldn’t wander far off from the cabin, afraid I would never find my way home. Unexpectedly, though, as I walked across the now empty field I got an idea, I would find my mom. Along the edge of the field, I skipped until I came upon a gas station.
I liked to go there and just sit on the grass, feel the wind blowing, see the leaves moving and changing colors. I liked to go there sometimes for no reason at all other than to just hang out and collect my thoughts. I knew that was a good place to go to forget who I am and any responsibilities I had. That was the only place I could go to where I could be alone or be with friends and still have a great time. That place became part of who I was.
He had made some plans with my father to teach a lesson to her. I and my sister were aware of the plan. My father came home early that evening and took us out for shopping and my mother got all the time to finish the novel before we came back. She was in her bedroom reading her novel and we kept the door unlocked. My uncle entered the room without my mother 's knowledge and hid under her bed.
It was during a football game when me and few friends decide to sneak off to attempt so more non-educational activities, but when we got here all we could do was just sit down and admire the beauty of this place. Ever since then i’ve come here more than a few times to relax and unwind, too just forget about my worries. I’m sitting in the middle of the clearing and I force my attention to the package I had brought, opening it. Inside is a bottle of whisky and a pistol. I grab the bottle and take a swig, then, as per a tradition my friends and I sort of had, pour some on the ground below soaking the spot with the brew.
Before going to the library, I took a deep breath and I moved my legs as fast as I could and I went upstairs to the second floor to stud. It was very weird, because, everyone was studying in the library and especially, there were so many people alone doing homework, also, that day was amazing, that