The words which filled my head when my parents gave me the news that our family was moving. It was the end of my seventh-grade school year, 2014. On the afternoon of that hectic day, I sat on my bed crying as I thought about all the possibilities of what could happen to me. Would I have any friends? Would I be a different person?
Waking up on a Sunday morning was routine, each Sunday I’d get up at Seven-thirty in the morning and get dressed. Running around last minute trying to get makeup on I realized my sister wasn 't even out of bed yet. So heading over to her room, I found her with the bed covers over her face. I remember pestering my sister to get up and finally she flipped over the covers. Achieving the goal of waking her up, I turned around to leave the room when she said, “I crashed the car.” My first thought was exactly what, “what did you say?” Pulling her face into the mattress she muffled and said, “I snuck out and accidentally crashed the car and left it there.” It sounded too good to be true and immediately I checked out the garage.
In the bathroom, Lizzie finds pictures taped to the wall of herself as a much older woman and the man in the bed who tells her he is her husband. Lizzie is shocked and frightened, especially when a glance in the mirror tells her that the pictures are accurate even though she is convinced she is only twenty-five, not forty-seven. The man in the bed tells her he is her husband Derek, that they have been married for many years, and that she had an accident that has left her unable to retain new memories. After Derek leaves for his job as a teacher at a nearby school, Lizzie receives a call from a stranger who tells her he is Dr. Smith, a man who has been helping her attempt to recover some of her memories. Dr. Smith picks Lizzie up and takes her to a local park where he explains their work together and shows her a journal she has been keeping for several weeks.
“The Story of an Hour “ when Mrs.Malled confirm her about the death she goes to her room quite with no one follow her sitting on a armchair in front of an open window thinking that is it true or fiction what happened in order to get out from the shock. She stayed on the chair sad but at the same time happy because she was not allow to go out or work her husband would lock her home and not being able to live her daily live as normal people do.as for the second story “A Rose for Emily” before the death of her father. Her father deprived her of doing everything as
Sophie, having a particularly bad night, screamed bloody murder at the thought of going into her room. “I know that something is going to be in there!” she screamed. Her parents who have put up with their daughter’s irrational fears for long enough ignored the little girl’s pleas. “Sophie you need to learn to get over these fears,” said her father “life is one full of risks and you can’t let your fears of the unknown be the thing that keeps you from living your life.” “This time is different,” cried Sophie “something is in my room! It’s under my bed I’m telling you!” No matter how hard she pleaded though Sophie knew that her parents weren’t having any of it as they walked her to her room.
I didn’t have much gymnastics experience, besides when my brother and I did flips and tricks on my neighbors trampoline when they weren’t home, but that was the only experience I had with gymnastics besides what my mother taught me. I shot out of my bed, got my gymnastics stuff ready and was running out the door before my mother pulled me back in and told me it wasn’t time to go yet. She told me, I had a couple more hours to go before it was time. I drug myself inside and sat
I had just woken from one of my short dream in the happenings of insomnia. My mother had rushed into my dully painted grey bedroom and explained the news, but not the news that shows on the television every morning— this was something different, an event never spoken of. “I have to go pick up my friend Robert. Make sure to feed your brothers and yourself as well, the food is in the kitchen waiting,” said my mother rushing out the door. “Wait, mom!
Honesty is always the answer to my family, but sometimes me and my siblings have to lie, for example my mom doesn 't like it when we eat fast food at home, some and my sister when shes at work we got out and eat fast food if we can 't find anything to eat or cook. I have many memories with my siblings when we would lie. For example, when I was nine, my sister and I accidentally broke a vase and we told our mom that the cat tried to jump up onto the shelf, but missed and hit the vase off the shelf. My sister and brothers always tell me the story on how they terrified their old babysitter when they were all around the ages of five to eight. They had a babysitter watching over them when our parents were at work, and she would come over everyday after school.
My father asked me what I did during the day, and I told him about the fire. He had a worried look on his face. He came home and talked to mom, and she immediately called my grandmother. The next day, my father did not take me to see my grandmother instead I stayed at my aunt’s house, I quickly
Once I got done with everything at school that day, I went to my house when upstairs to my room then again I didn 't feel good at all. I called my older sister that I wasn 't feeling well and then she told me if I got my monthly period, I told her I didn 't remember so she got scared and then she told me you maybe pregnant? I got also scared so she told me she going to the store to buy a pregnancy test and see maybe thats the reason I may be feeling not good. Then later that day she came over to my house came into my room with the pregnancy test I kinda got very nervous, all in my mind I