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We were supposed to meet on the Brooklyn Bridge at 11 pm. We had only been New York for 12 hours and the plan had already turned into a disaster. The night was cool and dark, stars like pinpricks in a black blanket of sky. Traffic noise was the only thing I could hear besides the relentless pounding of my heart. Something had happened; I grappled for my phone and frantically tried calling him and texting him, trying to get a hold of him in any way I could. Mason looked up from his usual disguise of reading the newspaper and raised his eyebrows. Then I saw him realize; Leo was gone. The love of my life had disappeared. It all started three weeks ago, when President Miller asked his chief of staff, Natalie Ashdown (A.K.A my mother), to help …show more content…
What we didn’t know, however, was how deep the hatred for these immigrants ran. He had a bomb, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.
Leo was in his the oval office, seeing his father for the first time this week. His previous smile lines had turned into worry lines, which almost always occupied his face. His eyes looked tired, and his hair and suit were disheveled and ragged. Being the president, it was obvious why. They were just finishing their conversation when someone knocked and his father’s assistant, Heidi, walked
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Everyone loves New York, it’s like treason to not love New York,” he argued. “Well then put me on death row and call me a traitor,” I teased. “Kennedy. . .” My mother chastened. I rolled my eyes. My mom could be so serious sometimes. The car came to a lurching stop as a chorus of honks rang around us. I mentally added too much traffic to my ever growing reasons to not like New York. “So. . . mom. What are me and Leo going to do when you’re having your super-secret-super-important meeting?” I batted my eyes and smiled innocently. “No, you may not come, no I will not give you details, and yes! Mason can go with you two to supervise you.” My mom finished with fake enthusiasm.
I stuck out my tongue at her and sat back in my seat, defeated. Leo smiled and held my hand, supporting me. Gosh, I love him. After an excruciatingly long drive, we finally rolled up to the capitol. I live in the White House, and I was impressed. The building was grand, with the steeples on the taller sides, and the old English stone design. The building looked like somewhere that a government would be run; the gardens were pristine and the lake peaceful. Secret service men followed the governor Leecham outside as he came out to greet us. He was about six-foot even, with pale skin and white hair. He looked about mid-50s, but it’s always hard to tell with government
...was a desperate act of a lonely, insane woman who could not bear to loose him. The structure of this story, however, is such that the important details are delivered in almost random order, without a clear road map that connects events. The ending comes as a morbid shock, until a second reading of the story reveals the carefully hidden details that foreshadow the logical conclusion.
H - “Yeahhhhh, well mom said she might be able to sign me up for school in fall, so I would only end up missing one year. But I would really like to see you D.B., can you come next weekend for sure?”
The Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building was blown up not as an attack on the government but as a call to true Americans who were unable to see through the wool being pulled over their eyes by political wolves. This was not a call to arms, contrary to the desperate wishes of misguided militias, but a wake-up call, a call to action.
The effects of Kennedy’s assassination were monumental, and his suspicious death began the era of conspiracy theories, leaving many Americans distrustful of the US Federal Government. Friday, November 22, 1963 marked one of the most shocking events in American history. It was a sunny day when President John F. Kennedy was visiting Dallas, Texas, to deliver a speech, and, “when the sun smiled like this, the President liked to ride with the top off his limousine and the rear seat raised so that people could see him easily” (Von Drehle). Kennedy, his wife Jacqueline, and the Texas Governor John Connally and his wife, Nellie, traveled from the airport through the city in a convertibl... ... middle of paper ... ...
Her mascara smudged onto the fabric as a tear fell down her cheek onto the fluffy white pillow. Her headphones rested in her ear playing songs that held many memories of the recently broken up couple. The song that her and the short, blonde, and shy soccer player had slow danced to, played on her ipod. The memory of their slow dance at the valentine ball replayed in her mind as if she were still in the moment. She replayed how he asked her to the dance with a valentine gift- a box of conversation hearts. They met at the school to go to the dance and he gave her the red and yellow ticket. She was dressed in a pink and grey sweater and the gym was warm with all of the middle school students combined
I went and looked over the hill side to the city of Vermont. This is one of the biggest days in my life, I think to myself. I glance over to the people I see showing up and I realize how much I have missed them, I see Arturo, Aurora and Yolanda and wave them over. Aurora comes and gives me a hug, “Marcelo doesn’t want to be squished before his wedding, let me go Aurora”. After about what feels like 10 minutes she lets go and we talk about what she has missed. I tell her how Jasmine is so happy to finally be living in Vermont and being able to for fill her dream job. We finally stop talking and I go to find Jasmine, “Jasmine, come with Marcelo to the entrance to welcome people.” As we are welcoming people,
“Yes, well after a lot of prayer and conversations with Lisa and Papa, and some research; plus some reassurance from Joleen and your Dad. We have all come to an agreement. On April 13th, Union high school will be coming back from their spring break, and that will be your first day at Union.“ She said all of this with a sense of slyness, like she knew it would make me happy and she was waiting for me to acknowledge that it was “her” idea.
"Leo bring her to me." A strange mysterious female voice says, Leo's eyes lit up and he begins to spin around frantically to locate were the eerie voice came from.
Despite the sometimes "pointed" commentary by officials providing the president with information, President Kennedy maintained his profile as "The Rational Executive" just as the chapter about him in this book is named (Doyle, 93). President Kennedy's tenure forced him to face some very difficult issues that were very important and had severe impacts on the way our country has been governed since. The civil rights movement, the bay of pigs and Cuban missile crisis just to name a few. President Kennedy, through no real fault of his own, took this country to the brink of nuclear war but by his swift, rational governing avoided catastrophe not only on the national level but also locally in situations such as the integration of The University of Mississippi (Doyle, 106). Keeping a calm and level head about the integration situation, Kennedy advised Governor Barnett on how to continue to maintain law and order, a civil protest (Doyle, 106).
...s the day Leo’s soul and mind started deteriorating. From then on, Leo would never be the same; his life would start to be filled with a vast loneliness as his dearest possessions and connections were lost one by one.
So there I was, thundering (or carefully maneuvering) my way up Route 9. After a quick stop at the local police station to re-orient myself (as I missed a left turn), I pulled into the small parking lot of the small, two-story, stucco-and-shingled building with an enormous satellite dish on it. I double-checked my questions, made sure my recorder was working, and headed in. I sat in the small waiting area as the secretary went to fetch Simon. Palms sweaty, I rubbed them on my jeans to calm myself and let out a little nervous energy.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
Sadly to say, many families are not aware of what he is trying to do. Let us wake up to reality!
It was after midnight, I was pacing under dark streetlights to the clacking sound my shoes made against the asphalt. My white suit jacket thrown over my shoulder, so I could stretch my arms, and my belt unfastened so I could breath. My phone's flash led the way while I followed the digital map on the other side. I cried a little bit when I started thinking about how wrong my night had gone, but I only cried to distract myself from the pain in my feet and the sweat running down my back. The worst part though, had to be knowing how easily it all could've been avoided.
“That’s a good idea sweety, we should go as a family soon.” answered the mom as she pondered a good time to go.