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It was about 5 o'clock on blazing hot late July afternoon when I first saw the girl that would threaten my life. We were at an aide meeting in the craft room when my cousin Briana whispered to me, “see that girl over there, she got into a fight last week.” I laughed and said, “Ooo yeah she looks like a thug, I’m not talking to her.” That night after we swam and cooked up out semi warm dinner on the fire I told Sahara about the girl. “Did you remember using the black girl at the farm table?” “Yeah, why?” “She got into a fight last week and they let her come back again.” “Yikes I hope she’s not in my unit” “Yeah me too” The next morning was the first day of camp. There were little girls running everywhere, crying for their moms and some …show more content…
She called her boss and told her the story and eventually, they sent Apply Jacks home. I finally felt safe and enjoyed the rest of the night. In the morning my aunt came to talk to us about what happened. She gave us all notes then Apple Jacks wrote to us when she was waiting for her mom last night. They were all pretty much the same Hey, I’m sorry for causing trouble had had a good with ya’ll this week. Peace out, Apple Jacks I wasn't expecting anything different and then I read mine. …… So she had a big crush on me. I actually wasn't too surprised I knew something was up. I finished the last day of camp and said goodbye to all of the little brats. I showed Sahara the note. “What is this” She barked because of her lack of sleep “Oh just read it” “Oh my gosh, I knew it, I knew it she had a big lesbian crush on you and wanted to kill you because of your boyfriend” She couldn't stop laughing. “Isn't it crazy, I can't believe this actually happened to me.” I was right this would be a good story, I've told it about 100 times and it never gets
She was cruelly treated, spit at, beaten, and shunned on a daily basis. Her parents were sympathetic to her dilemma and finally forced her to see a psychiatrist. She was placed on medication that made her very sleepy. The psychiatrist said that “kids will be kids and that possibly she was looking for attention from her parents.” In eighth grade, a group of popular students followed her to the parking lot after school on a winter’s afternoon, knocked her to the ground, and shoved fistfuls of snow down her throat, laughing as they watched her struggle to breathe.
Cassie and her brother, Little Man, got a whipping because they were standing up for what they knew was right. “Sitting so close to the desk, I could see that the covers of the books, a motley read, were badly worn and that the gray edges of the pages had been marred by pencils, crayons, and ink.” (Taylor, 21) Cassie knew the books were very old books from the white schools. Cassie and her brother saw what the whites called them and they got mad about it, so the teacher, Miss. Crocker, gave them both a whippings. “The switch landed hard on Little Man’s upturned bottom. Cassie knew she would get in trouble for helping him, but she helped him anyway. “Everything. I poured out everything. About T.J.’s breaking into the mercantile with the Simses, about his coming in the night fleeing the Simses, about the coming of the night men and what they had done to the Averys. About Mr. Jamison and the threat of the men to come to the house to get him and Mr. Morrison.” (Taylor, 258) Cassie knew she would get in trouble for sneaking out to go help T.J. but she had to tell her dad what happened so T.J. wouldn’t die. “What happened to T.J. in the night I did not understand, but I knew that it would not pass. And I cried for those things which had happened in the night and would not pass. I cried for those things which had happened in the night and would not pass. I cried for T.J. For T.J. and the land.” (Taylor, 276) Cassie knew T.J. would die, but she knew she helped as much as she could. She knew she was
I was against the war over in Vietnam. Part of that reason was because I didn’t think that the fighting over there was all that necessary but the real reason was because my brother Mack was drafted into the war. He was drafted pretty early on when they started the draft so when he was killed that’s where my hatred for the war.. really came from. *She actually got a little quiet here so I did my best to avoid talking too much about her brother (Keeping in mind I didn’t know this happened at the beginning)*
We survived. And since that day, our voices have only grown louder. I tell my story, not because it is unique, but because it is not. It is the story of many girls.”
There I was in the middle of it. I was in the middle of a miniature yet very powerful fight between Vonetta and Fern. I am usually the person that stops the fighting between them however this time I decided not to. I sat there quietly between the fight and their screaming. This time I was not going to break up the fight. This time Cecile was going to break up this fight motherly. After a very short while of Vonetta and Fern’s fighting she came in angry. She wasn’t just angry she was enraged. “Delphine, why didn’t you stop them!” I stood their paralyzed with no answer trying to leave my throat. “Answer me!” Cecile screeched enraged. Yet again I stood there with no answer. I didn’t know what to do. However, this is what Cecile decided to do. She grabbed Vonetta and Fern and separated them like a mother would do except she did more harshly. Then she glared at me while separating them for a second, shook her head, and I knew at that moment, trouble tornado alley was coming my way like a bulldog.
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i. Difficulties faced by soldiers due to the nature of fighting in the Vietnam War - Personnel had difficulties with transportation supplied with adapted vehicles back seat faced rear to provide additional fire power (Source A) – It appears as if the government didn't worry enough to supply men with safe and capable equipment - Threat of traps led to fear as vehicles had to be parked on street at night (Source A) o Check for traps each morning became a daily ritual particularly in fuel tanks (Source A) o A request for a locking fuel cap was denied because weren’t entitled to one” (Source A) • What circumstances would have needed to arise for them to be entitled to one? The Offensive full guard was set up (24hrs a day), personnel got no sleep and were constantly on alert (Source A) – How significant would this have been in the personnel’s mental frame of mind?
I was fourteen years old, my parents were not home but my partner-in-crime, Anne, was by my side. Anne was my best friend throughout my childhood years, we did everything together. On weekdays after school, Anne and I headed to my house to be greeted by my comforting living room for our ritual TV session. Saved by the Bell was our preferred program. With the TV blaring in the background, we scattered our homework about the floor as if we had been studying, just in case my mom showed up unexpectedly. We left behind stained crumpled napkins, half eaten snacks and soda cans with few sips drawn from the lip, as we began the hunt for after school excitement.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
The Huberty family was full of violence. Once, at a birthday party, Etna told her daughter Zelia to attack a girl. The girl’s mother confronted Etna at which point Etna threatened her with a 9mm pistol. Police were called and Etna Huberty was placed u...
either get a ride or to have someone take her girls for her. She was forced however to leave the
The war in Vietnam got a lot of attention – mostly negative attention. Veterans were not welcomed back in the country; instead, they were treated as outcasts. There is one thing and one thing only to blame for this. The media. The media gave the war terrible press and soon the citizens began to believe everything and anything they heard or saw. Thanks to CBS and other news sources the Vietnam War was the most hated war in American history.
Pushing my way into the bathroom, I see the body of a very tall girl slumped on the floor. Breathing but definately passed out. Femora was in the shower. "Oh hai, I had a good time watching you fuck the shit out of that tranny".
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...