The Fight Before Christmas One Christmas night, my family went to Grandma’s house for dinner. The house had icicles on the roof, the nearby pond was frozen, and the backyard which ended at a huge forest was filled with snow, giving it a winter wonderland vibe. Inside the house, all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins were busy eating. The food was wonderful to eat, and it ranged from turkey to pizza and more. After eating the best dinner that I had in awhile, my favorite/least favorite relative, Uncle Noodle, came up to me. “Hello, Bestie!” he said. “For the last time, I am not your friend,” I replied. Noodle claims that I’m his best friend ever since I stayed at his house a few years ago. I thought that this was a one time thing, but he still says it whenever I see him in …show more content…
No one ever calls me a chicken, and if someone does then bad things will happen to them. “I AM NOT A CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!” I screamed. Soon after I tried to tackle Noodle, but his weight surpassed my strength. He then tackled me and sent me straight to the ground. The weight of his body crushed me to the point were I was gasping for air and screaming like someone who has been possessed by a demon. “Do you say uncle?” said Noodle. “NEVER!!!!!!!!!!” I shouted back. He then proceeded to crush me with more force than before. At this point I felt that I was going to pass out. I had no choice but to surrender in order to prevent that from happening. “Now do you say uncle?” said Noodle again. “Uncle! I say uncle!” I cried. He then got off of me, giving me the chance to breathe again. I had sweat all over me from the pressure that I was dealing with. Noodle then gave me a helping hand and I thanked him soon after. “You’re welcome,” responded Noodle. “I was surprised that you were able to handle all of that wrestling. Want to wrestle some other time, bestie?”. “You know what? I’ll be glad to do so,” I said happily, “but you’re still not my bestie,
Scene 1-contact Director-Hello,this is the movie the red prince. This is a story of an assassin. Hope you enjoy. Narrator-On a warm summer evening the a strange man walks into a dark and small room.
Obasan held Grandma Nakane 's hand tightly until the driver came to close the ambulance door. Grandpa Nakane strained to sit up and tried to smile as he waved goodbye to Stephen and me […]. None of us spoke. (Kogawa
“I’m so sorry. He died at the scene of the wreck. The Truck landed on him and killed him instantly.” I laid there in silence and began crying. He then took my hand and said, “I’m so sorry for your loss.
My father choose to be gone from December 13 until December 23 of 2014 that way he could be home for Christmas. Every night my father called and every night my mom and my three little sisters anxiously awaited by the phone in the kitchen along with my grandpa patiently waiting
Schloss cleaning the streets with a bucket of water and rags. Behind her are Germans telling her to do a better job yelling at her while she’s crying. That’s when I let everything out I started by saying “she’s human like you”. That’s all I said because I was scared whatever next came out of my mouth would not be good. I started to help Mrs. Schloss with cleaning the streets she was still crying but calmed down and said “thank you” I just looked up and smile.
Thanksgiving Personal Narrative Some people attend parties, feasts, or even carnivals for Thanksgiving. On the other hand, I am kind of different. I love to spend time with my family making arts and crafts.
“Tell us. Tell us what’s happening! Say something…” At that moment, we were anxious to hear something encouraging, a few words telling us that there was nothing to worry about… But one glance at my father’s face left no doubt.”
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school.
“The man told Uncle to get up and leave his gun where it was. Two of the other men took Uncle to a tree a few yards away and tied him to it,”(Park 62). The rest of the men went through their bags and even took some of their groups clothing. The men then walked back over to Salva’s Uncle, a few even laughing.
I watched many people get beaten up. “Ooh” they would grunt. I always felt bad. Hours had passed. Dinner time.
I say I can hear my mom crying in the bedroom, she usually does this on a daily basis but today it is more than usual because my father died on this day. Today marks four years since his death, I still feel guilty for it. I was in the car with my dad when it occurred and I couldn 't do anything to solve it or help him but I still tell myself I could have done something. Sniffling my mother responds, “Yes Meghan?”
They think I am weak and useless. Salva lifted his head proudly. They are wrong, and I will prove it.” Before this quote, Salvas uncle had been shot and no one helped him. Uncle had been shot by Nuer men on their way to the refugee camp.
His hands were around Grandfather's throat. Grandfather weakly hit back at the man, but it had no effect. The man struck Grandfather's head against the floor. Grandfather's eyelids fluttered, then closed. " Nooo!"
I just wanted to shout so loud that the next door neighbours could hear it. I knew my face had gone bright red, it was as red as the tulips. Sometimes my son brings me and this family a ton of shame. I made sure that he understood what I had just told him, I didn’t know if he was listening to me but he better have been. It just makes me wonder what has been going on between my two sons.