Whether she’d sent him running for the hills, or in his old age he’d been reduced to hiding like the coward he was, either way, V took her time driving into the beautiful, Califronia hills. Idly, she wondered if she’d mourn after; not for them , but after it was over, if she’d feel more complete or less- she doesn’t care either way, after isn’t really the priority- but she’s curious all the same. Getting to the house, she fought an eyeroll; it was his place all right. “What kind of deal did you have to make with the devil for him to let you out of hell?” Sitting at the top of a flight of steps in the house, his gun’s cocked on her, and god , he looks like the crypt creeper himself. “You really wanna know?” She lifted the judge, and locked her eyes on him. “Ask him.” She fired towards him, and he ran like the bastard she remembered. It’s not about to stop her from shooting, and it’s certainly not going to stop her from killing him. …show more content…
“You always had that penchant for unravelling the mystery. Don’t you want to know all the dramatic details?” She climbs the steps slowly, one at a time, gun still pointed at him, hand still steady. His smile makes her want to shoot his fucking teeth out, one perfect white chip at a time. “And you always had that penchant for being a heartless bastard. We knew if we weren’t careful you’d come after us. I knew you could want us dead. Your thing was always control; as long as the puppets danced in tune, you were happy. I should’ve known, that I made a mistake thinking you wouldn’t kill your own son. You never liked me, you respected me, sure, because I’ve got a gun on you right now, and how many women in the world can say they bested Silver Star? But your own son? That’s a level of if-I-can’t-play-with-my-toys-no-one-can you should really get diagnosed.” She watched him eyeing her, even now trying to predict her movements so he could manipulate
In the textbook “California: An Interpretive History” by James J. Rawls and Walton Bean introduces the way California Indians carried their everyday lives in chapter 2, The Original Californians. According to traditional Indian beliefs, Californian natives believe that they were created and have lived their entire existence in their ancestral homeland. However, anthropologists believe otherwise. They believe that they are decedents of people who made their way across from Asia to North America thousands of years ago when a now-vanished land bridge connected the two continents during the Pleistocene Era (11). These men and women along with their descendants settled into the North and South America continents, making possible the spread of various tribes throughout California along with their tradition.
She had been in New York for quite some time, doing well in school and with a brand new best friend. When she returned to her grandparents, she nurtured her grandpa in his last moments, and when he had taken his last breath a little bit of Jacqueline had slipped away as well. It isn’t that she hadn’t cherished the time with her grandfather, but as if his death was too sudden, and when she had started to really find her way in New York and South Carolina began to fade into a memory, the news was a wake up call.
California, what makes this state so wonderful? Well if you were to ask any one east from it they might say it’s a party state filled with surfers and celebrities; where no is poor and everyone drinks wine. However, if you were to pick up Mark Arax’s book West of the West you would find the contrary. Arax goes beyond the clichés that California is known for and shows you, well, what is beyond just the west. Showing the true nature of California and its people, if you are one to think that California is a happy go’ lucky state then this would be the book to read to see the real California.
...ed to confront the deep pain that she has carried in her heart; she must give an account of her life as she comes closer to the shadow of death.
Watching as Judge Hunter enters the courtroom, Jerry thought about the power one single man had over so many people’s lives. I wonder if he ever considers the enormous power he possesses. When the deputy called the court to order, Marlene walked in dressed in a baggy orange jump suit. Jerry questioned, “How could a woman like that murder her mother?”
Previously, the narrator has intimated, “She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves. They had never taken the form of struggles. They belonged to her and were her own.” Her thoughts and emotions engulf her, but she does not “struggle” with them. They “belonged to her and were her own.” She does not have to share them with anyone; conversely, she must share her life and her money with her husband and children and with the many social organizations and functions her role demands.
I don’t answer and just like that, she slams the door, all her attention returning to Bubba. Away from the bad guy with the screwed up past. “Never mind,” she says, you don’t have to tell me. It’s not like it matters.”
But as soon as Sethe understands who Beloved is, Beloved's claim on her is total. Sethe no longer goes to work; she attends to Beloved's wishes. Denver - who once was the most important person in Sethe’s life - tries to make claims on both Beloved as a sister and Sethe as a mother, but she is gradually shut out of the relationship. Sethe doesn’t want to tell much about her past to Denver, but to Beloved she tells nearly everything. “It became…incomplete reveries.” (p. 58)
Her family life is depicted with contradictions of order and chaos, love and animosity, conventionality and avant-garde. Although the underlying story of her father’s dark secret was troubling, it lends itself to a better understanding of the family dynamics and what was normal for her family. The author doesn’t seem to suggest that her father’s behavior was acceptable or even tolerable. However, the ending of this excerpt leaves the reader with an undeniable sense that the author felt a connection to her father even if it wasn’t one that was desirable. This is best understood with her reaction to his suicide when she states, “But his absence resonated retroactively, echoing back through all the time I knew him. Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb.” (pg. 399)
“Maybe if you weren't brainwashed into thinking everything is my fault we would have a problem,” he fired back in his usual angry tone. I sighed out of aggravation and exhaustion. “You have this hatred towards me because you think i'm the bad parent. You never point the finger at her,” he continued. His mouth was like a gun firing words uncontrollably.
One day when I was thirteen, I was at my sister’s apartment in June. I had just woken up at 7:30am, and the kids were still sleeping. That day was the first day I took care of my nephew Adrian, and my nieces Sophia and Penelope. They were still sleeping, so I let them sleep. I sat there wondering how bad they would be when they woke up. When they did wake up it wasn’t as bad as I thought, but they did wake up hungry.
The sun baked the Gambling Capital of the World on a skillet known as the Mojave Desert. Although the temperature peaked over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, the dry Western air felt cool compared to the humid Southern atmosphere. It was nearly 6 o’clock, but the sun would not rest for another few hours. My family and I were seated in a corner of the Cosmopolitan Hotel’s Boulevard Pool where we relaxed in the shade and breeze, away from all the tourists stirring up commotion and conglomerating together to sunbathe in the day’s final rays. Britney Spears stared into my eyes as she draped over the midsection of the Planet Hollywood Hotel, advertising her Vegas show.
This was her first response to the news of his death. She would not had grieved over someone she did not love. Even in the heat of her passion she thinks about her lost love.
To a ten-year-old, it was the only reason to live. The only reason to get up in the morning. The only reason to come straight home after getting off the bus.
She looked out towards the sky, weak rays of sunlight were breaking through the horizon. She knew people were beginning to stir. She also knew that she would have to leave soon. She just wished she didn’t have