Force Majeure
The moment you turned eighteen, I received fourteen text messages. I swear, I could feel those words climbing down my throat, squeezing my heart and filling up my lungs. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I dropped my phone- and I was standing on the subway, heading downtown. An old man dressed in black to mourn his wife took a step back and shattered the screen into eight pieces. The noise shocked half the compartment into silence. I slumped down in an empty seat, next to a woman rocking a crying child. She moved away, and I barely noticed.
The point is to never leave you, Ji-Hye. Your elan has always been different than the one of an atypical girl.
You were sixteen when you wrote that, in a poem dedicated to nothing but my
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You spoke straight to the point. No other elaboration at all.
“Really?” I managed, feeling numb. My phone crashed out of my hand, and shattered on the ground.
The next day, I was at your door in the morning. We walked to school together, and it was as if nothing had ever happened.
When we graduated, you were sixteen and I was seventeen. You told me that you were going to write a poem about me. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it was strangely sweet.
The college campus was dangerous, so your mother told you to stay with your sister.
“I’ll keep him safe,” your sister said nonchalantly, and blew your mother a kiss. Jess was a cheerleader, peppy and strong. Everyone loved her, but I knew you hated her, deep down inside. She was the apple of your mother’s eyes, and the queen of all queens.
But thirteen murders wracked the campus that year. Your mother called and begged you and Jess come home, but you refused. It was all too perfect, and going to college was force majeure.
The night of your eighteenth birthday, you darted out.
Perfect night for poetry, you claimed. Your sister laughed and said you’d be fine, you were always fine. I shrugged and continued to work on a drawing of the stack of books beside your nightstand. Anna Karenina. Word Origins and Their Romantic
The final scene of the movie “Force Majeure” resolves the dramatic actions in the film. The storyline of this movie is about a family of father, mother and two children going to skiing on a snow mountain for vocation, during the vocation, the family eperienced an avalanche, no one was injoured but the father(named Thomas) of the family abandoned his wife(named Ebba) and children and ran off by himself when he saw the avalanche approaching, the bond between their family starts to fall apart.
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“Scared?” A voice behind me asked, I let out a piercing shriek, clutching my heart.
“What I’m not dead I didn’t even hit the tree that hard”, I said with a puzzled look on my face.
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I woke up to the sound of my mom calling my name. ‘’Just five more minutes,’’ I said as I pulled the covers over my head. ‘’We’re going to Yosemite.’’ my mom said. My mom finally dragged me out of bed. I trudged into the bathroom and then brushed my teeth and got dressed. ‘’Well look who got up.’’ my grandma yelled. My sister ruffled my hair. ‘’Hey bro.’’ my sister said sitting down for breakfast. I went and joined her. “Do you want cereal or french toast?” asked my grandma. “I’ll have cereal please.” I said. We all ate breakfast and packed some backpacks with waters and got on the road by 8:30. My sister sang a song I didn’t recognize. “What song is that?” I asked. “Heart of gold” she replied. “Never heard of it” I said. We pulled up to the
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It had been love at first sight, the day I met Tom. That stormy night
I can still remember that day. All the beauty of nature collected in one moment. I can still feel the sponginess of the winter-aged leaves under my feet. I felt as though I was walking on a cloud, the softness of the leaves cushioning my every step, they were guiding me along the wooded path to a small creek. The humming of the water moving with the crispness of the air, together they were singing a promise of a fresh and clean new season. It was a beautiful spring that year. Every so often a day like that comes back and I am reminded of posing for our picture together.
I can surely say that I won't be able to forget about our love story. You were the most beautiful thing that could ever happen in my life. The most tender feeling I have ever endured. Having you in my life and having the opportunity to meet you brought warmth, love, and passion to my heart and soul. The fact that we decide to go separate ways has filled my heart with coldness, sadness and fear, not knowing if you would ever come back to me and perhaps you would forget me bring tears to my eyes.
When I got to know you better a year later I realized I wasn't alone and that something inside of you was what constantly brought tears to my own eyes. I went through a time in my life where I felt worthless and unloved and I continuously searched for happiness. I wasn't getting along with my family, and my friends were all hating each other, leaving me in the middle, stressfully trying to pull things together. You made me laugh and forget everything that was going on. That year you became my escape, my survival. I don't think I could have made it through as strong as I did if it weren't for you.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after