As I lay on my bed awake before the sun was up, I heard a loud scream that the whole cell couldcan hear. I immediately knew who’s scream that was. “ARIA!’’ a small voice shouted for me. That small voice belongs to my little brother Tommy. This happens almost every night, him getting a nightmare about our father getting killed. It’s almost been two years since the mayor of an atrocious society took my father away. I quickly run to the other room of our dusty cell to Tommy.I heard his quick, short breathing and I bring him in my arms. I lightly stroke his hair and shortly after he was fast asleep.That same morning as I was getting ready for work I heard a loud bang on the door. I hurried to the door only to see two troops in white suits with …show more content…
Soon my memory kicked in. Troops,fear was rising inside of me.The van hit an abrupt stop and I heard a door slam shut and soon enough daylight came into view.The troop pulled me out and put handcuffs on me. As I looked around I noticed it was a lot cleaner than cell 5. Then it hit me, no, I can’t be in cell 1.We enter a big building and inside were people handcuffed to chairs.I could tell they were from cell 5 based on their weary expressions and dirty clothing from long dreadful days of coal mining.The troops handcuffed me to a chair and said,”The mayor will see you any moment.” With that both troops took off.Why did the mayor want to see me? I haven’t left cell 5 since last week, I was certain no one saw me. My thoughts were interrupted by a muffled voice announcing my name. “Aria Matthews,” said the voice,”Mayor Hughes will see you now.’’ Confused as to how I get out , I looked up to see three familiar faces looking at me.All of them with shocked expressions to see me.I was certainly shocked to see them.My friends who I haven’t seen in a year since we got assigned jobs.They all got high paid jobs in cell 1 while I got stuck in a coal factory taking place of my father. “Aria?” the blonde girl said with excitement.Emma, she’s gotten taller, looks more like a mature sophisticated woman than a sixteen year old. “Is that you?” a tall, curly brown hair boy said in confusion.Miles, he was always the funny …show more content…
“We should escort her now, Mayor Hughes is waiting.’’Emma said.With that they all escorted me to Mayor Hughes.We reached to the end of the hall and there was a code to get in.Miles typed it in and the glass doors slid open.I looked inside and I saw a tall gray haired woman standing. “Good luck” Miles muttered.I let out a deep breath and stepped inside. “Aria Matthews,” the mayor said in a chirpy voice,“Let us just cut to the chase.” Her voice darkened,”You left your cell.Now that Aria, is a felony.Why did you do it?’’ “I went to cell 4 to get food.We ran out in 5.” I said,my voice stern.The mayor led out a humorless laugh. “You know Aria, you remind me so much of your father.Same eyes,dark hair,same annoying curious attitude.”Anger was boiling inside of me. “Don’t talk about my father that way!” I shouted. “You know your father tried leaving,” She said,”He tried going up there.” She pointed up.Curiosity went through me,my father tried escaping? “Of course he got caught.” the mayor said pitiless.As soon as she said that something clicked in my head. “That’s why you killed him!You killed him just because he tried leaving!” I
"I am a criminal. My 25-year-old daughter, Jody, was dying of bone cancer. The pain was so great that she couldn't bear to be touched, and drugs didn't help. Jody had a few weeks to live when she decided she wanted to end her life. But it wasn't legally possible. So I broke the law and got her the pills necessary. And as she slipped peacefully away, I climbed into her bed and I took her in my arms [Rosen's voice cracks with emotion] for the first time in months...." (1)
The Lives of a Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher by Lewis Thomas consists of short, insightful essays that offer the reader a different perspective on the world and on ourselves.
Clive is on the phone, telling her that right after they hung up, dispatch got a call to the orderly's apartment. He asks her to come to the station to interrogate the orderly with him.
After opening the front door all fell silent. The reality of where I was about to go washed over me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely terrified. You couldn't only see, but feel, the demeanor of the “veterans” change as well. After a loud buzz the first cold, heavy door unlocked so we could begin our journey to the community room where the girls were waiting for us. As we approached every new door down the countless hallways the cameras were watching us and we’d hear a “buzz”. We finally reached the last door, took a deep breath and heard
Quickly, I make my way to the waiting Blackhawk helicopter. Even with my full combat load strapped to my back the rotor wash threatens to push me over. My face is pelted with grass and other debris; motivation and determination makes me run harder. As I reach the Blackhawk the Black-shirt directs me to one of four repel lines anchored to the aircraft. I wrap the line through my d-ring and climb into the cabin. I wait, crouched in the doorway, for my three other comrades to finish their hookup. The Black-shirt completes his check of our hookups and gives the pilot the thumbs-up. Abruptly, the helicopter lifts into the air leaving my stomach somewhere below.
Eliza Dawson makes a mental note to ask the staff about the unfamiliar character and to find out who let him into the
Then, out the corner of his eye he saw a small figure. Snapping his head to look at the opposite side of the bleachers he saw someone standing on the grass, too far away to see. “Dammit!” He cursed under his breath and squinted his eyes to try and get a better look. He took his time stepping down each bleacher to get a better vantage point. When he was about a quarter to the end the figure became clear. Philip’s face became pale, the familiar hollow feeling in his chest returned, and his hands were shaking almost uncontrollably. “Evelyn?” He whispered so horsley he could barely hear the words himself. There, standing at the end of the bleachers stood Evelyn in her homecoming dress, hair done up around an expressionless face. Philip’s breath hitched and Joe, noticing the shift in his best friend’s actions, called out to
“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
Your days consist of walking, running, and shooting, but in these three years I have been thankful enough not experience a whole lot of shooting. I’ve tried to stay out of trouble and keep safe for Sammie and Faith’s sake. That is, until my last day over here. I was supposed to be out of Afghanistan in twenty-four hours, all I had to do is lead one final convoy through a village. Coincidentally it was the same village I had watched Tom Butler die in four years prior. A group of five soldiers and I were guarding the last humvee when we fell far behind the group. Segregated that’s when the insurgents say their opportunity. They threw two grenades at the vehicle and blowing it up. The heat felt from the flames of the wreckage were unbearable. I managed to get the five guys and myself into a small food store before the thirty plus insurgents came out of the surrounding buildings. I put a call in to base giving them the coordinates of where we were. The officer on the phone told me he couldn’t get someone out there for at least five minutes. Five minutes went by when I finally heard the sound of the chopper’s blade in the distance. As soon as they heard the helicopter, the insurgents started to close in on us. No one in my platoon would make it out alive if someone didn’t do something. I saw only one way out for the majority of us, and it didn’t end well for me. I grabbed my pen and paper from my pack and
I heard the steps on London Boulevard. My heart was racing. I felt like my heart was going to explode. The Nazi General Norman Kirkpatrick. He had an army, and I had a Remington 270 783 and four clips. The army was made of the best of the best in Germany. I was the best sniper in the USA army. I prayed that I wouldn't be shot. As I looked through the scope I saw General Kirkpatrick’s badge through my scope. The badge was above his heart. I took a deep breath, and shot him right through the heart, then gunshots rang out through the city they saw me. One of the Nazis said “Feuer Fur Fuhrer”. I was holding my head protecting myself from the bricks, and debris. I called for backup, but they said it was too risky. I turned around and
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
It was March 18th 1969. Other men and I were riding the bus to the first camp, I was trying to not think of all the bad possibilities that could happen to me during the war. I’m just hoping that these next 3 years fly by so I can come home and see my Mom and younger brother. As were riding the bus I noticed a man that turns around, that he looks very familiar as if I have met him before I wait until we got off the bus for me to talk to him and introduce myself. A little later along the ride two men had an argument about them both messing with each other’s belongings, soon that argument turned physical and they start fighting until one man missed a punch and hit another dude and then turned into an all-out brawl on the bus. I tried to avoid the fighting so I would not get in trouble on the first day.
“Wait Buddy, I have to ask you a few questions about the knife we found in your stomach.” said the Sheriff.
Dolls in the grass, the echoing screech of a car's brakes, dad is screaming, mom is crying and rose’s world went dark.
“Are you in charge of those nasty kids on the other side of the building?” he hollered.