Scene: Flashforward: “When I had gotten the call that Skylar had died, I missed it. When I listened to the voicemail, I let out a laugh, Skylar dying? Skylar was invincible, a selfish beautiful goddess. Then, I realized, I listened to the voicemail over and over and over again. My heart breaking every second. Skylar had died, not only that,but for someone else. I remember her green eyes, they held the world in them. They would be as feisty as fire, as calm as the wind, and as beautiful as the water. After the initial shock I was in my room, door locked, pictures and pillows strewn all over the room in rage and grief. Skylar. I felt as if my sobs shook the whole Earth, everyone hearing my pain.” She took a breath, “Now, look at me, I’m here, speaking to you the …show more content…
“No.” Her grin fell and her body slumped a tiny bit. She could hear the small chuckles from people. “I’m sorry,” she replied, “I..I don’t understand.” “Well,” Brent started “I don’t think you’re pretty, nor do I think you’re smart, and all in all, I just really don’t like you.” Still, Brent did not meet her eyes. Her eyes watered, and she almost missed what had happened next. A tear fell, and Skylar felt as if the whole her whole world was crumbling into tiny bits. She turned to see a girl, her face looking as red as her tight curly hair, her amber eyes shook with fury, and her hands were trembling “How dare you,” She shouted at him, “How dare you say something like that,do you have any sort decency?” Brent turned to face her. “Teresa, this doesn’t have anything to do with you, when did anyone invite you?” He replied a smug grin on his face. “It became my business, when you decided to be completely and utterly despicable to the new girl.” Teresa stood her ground, her face resembling the color of a tomato. She grabbed Skylar by the arm gently, “c’mon, let’s get out of here,” she muttered.
The author initially uses words with negative connotation, such “wild,” “storm of grief,” and “sank into her soul” (1), to suggest a normal reaction to the death of a loved one.
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
Her lungs burnt and her breath caught in her throat. Every second she wasted was a second closer to losing him. Then she saw him, a distorted shadow in the moonlight. She cried out his name again through chapped lips. Tears pooled in her eyes, like a gentle ocean resembling her bleeding heart. Mascara smudged around her cheeks like charcoal. She stumbled forwards, her legs threatening to give way. Rough edged rocks tore at her clothes, slashing her trousers like something in a horror movie. But she had to keep going. After all they had been through, she couldn’t lose him now. Not
As life comes so unexpected and most often the moments that mark us forever are only known to God, so it would be the last day she would see them alive. It had been the precise day after her graduation party. Anna's mom was heading to work early in the morning, and when she had tried to start her car, she hadn't been able to. The car was not working at all, so her father had suggested they drive together since they both worked in the same direction. He had asked Anna to call the mechanic and have him come by to fix the car. Later that day Anna had heard the doorbell ring. She had rushed to get it, thinking it was the mechanic coming by.
“You had a seizure last night and now your cancer has spread to your lungs and stomach… You are going to die in a couple days, I’m sorry Ben.” All he could think was where is Violet. He hadn’t seen her in a couple days and he was wondering where she was. He asked his mom where that girls was that everyone was talking about. “Oh Ben, she passed away last night like right when you had your seizure..” Ben dropped to his knees and started to cry. “It is going to be okay, she was really sick and she is in a better place now and out of her misery.” His mom tried so hard to get him off the floor, but he just
"It’s not like I hate you, you know? I just don’t know how to act around you. I know you don’t understand, and I’m sorry for that.”
All the visions she just saw flashed once again before her eyes and she thought about all her loved ones. How their lives would be. She looked up broken hearted, knowing there was only one answer to choose. She knew it all along, deep down.
After the anxious wait the doctor finally came in. She turned away from the window into the white, barren room and noticed the look of sorrow and regret that filled the doctor’s face. In that one moment everything connected in her mind “I have cancer,” she thought to herself. All of a sudden millions of emotions flooded her teenage mind. She threw the test results in an act of rage and all the important papers flew to different ends of the room. She Desperately ran to the bathroom to try and escape from the feeling of betrayal in herself. Once she locked the door her worried mom began knocking on the door begging to let her daughter to let her in, but all she could think about was how her body have failed her and how she can’t go through this
“We are, Ivy. You’re mommy’s right here, she’s in the ground below us,” I gently whispered with light tears trailing down my face. I then looked down at the ground, “I love you, Skylar.”
His head whipped toward the old woman. “What?” he blurted out, and the attendees all laughed.
She spoke, “I’m glad you questioned it. Yes, I can hear your thoughts, but that’s not important. You will have to make it back to Earth, where you were born, without being caught. You’re real families are on Earth, and the people here are just people on my team trying to figure out if you are cut out for this. So, find a way back to Earth, and don’t trust anyone. You have today only, so good luck.” As fast as a bullet, Margot dropped to the ground. No one spoke a sound, and you could hear a pin drop. All twenty students looked at each other, then the snow, as tears dripped down their
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“We are going to crash!” Laura screamed from the back. My mind was spinning, what was I thinking saying say to stalling the plane, now we are all going to die. We were plummeting down toward the Lake. This is it, I thought, date of death September 13th 2014. Suddenly, the engine roared back to life. Relieve flooded through my veins. Strangely, I wanted nothing more than for the plane to be stalled again. “That was amazing!” I said to Mr. Stacey with a grin.
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I wanted to cry, but my I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself. I felt like I had turned my heart to stone. I felt the same as when Isabelle had died; I felt nothing.