A Town Called Hopeville I awoke early to a cold and rainy day. I could sleep no more for this was the day I am removed from childhood and thrust into adulthood. This is the day that I shall learn what fate I must endure for the rest of my life. On this day, all thirteen year old girls and boys are taken to the arena to learn what the elders of our town, Hopeville, have decided shall be our place in society for the rest of our lives. What they feel is best for society. Since I was old enough to walk and talk, I learned about our little town, the Elders, the Watchers, and the rules of our society. Hopeville, is a little town of approximately five hundred men, women, girls, and boys. Hopeville was established by our forefathers who searched …show more content…
I was too anxious to eat, which Mom had already known. Mom coaxed me to eat a little and drink the daily orange flavored beverage that we started off with every day. We also had to take the morning pill. I asked my Mom why we had to have the pill and the drink. I was only told, "It is the rules." Then, we left for the arena. The arena was the gathering building where all meetings were held. The Elders sat on a raised area of the stage. There were rows and sections of chairs built around the stage. Our families proceeded us to the seats, and the thirteen year olds were sat in a room just outside of the stage. I saw my life-long friends nervously sitting in the room. I chose my best friends, Cindy and Chase, and sat between them. Cindy was fidgeting in her seat. "I wondered what job I will be assigned to," she said, "I hope it is the Nursery. I love taking care of the babies." Chase said, "I don't know what I want to do. I guess that is why the Elders choose for us." I looked at Chase with amazement, "What if you don't like the job you have been assigned to. What if you want to do something different." Chase quickly said, "You can always appeal their …show more content…
Time and time again we have found you wondering in the valley where you are not suppose to be. We do not think that you would be happy with any assignments that we have. Therefore, you will be led out of our town never to return." My parents were in complete disbelief. They could not imagine that I was being banished. "Why, our you doing this," my mother asked. The Elder looked at her with a harsh glare. "You know that you cannot question our decision. You must and you will obey." My mother bowed her head in silence. My father held her tight. But, I, said "Why do we have to obey what you say." The Elder shot back, "Because this is the way it has been done for centuries." I retorted, "Then it is time that the laws should be changed. That the Elders and Watchers be done away with, and that our Society start choosing for themselves what they want to be and what they want to do." After quite a struggle, our way of life was changed. Was it better or worse. Only time will tell. As for me, I have decided that I want to take care of the valley's wildlife, trees, and mountains. They are the only things that remain unchanged in our little town of
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
Summer had just begun; we were enjoying our first few stress free weeks of summer, speaking of summer assignments we received and vacations that were going to be had. It must’ve been at least two in the afternoon since I never get up before noon during the months I have off from my education, but my best friend and I had been hanging out for a while leading up to the trip to Dunkin’ Donuts. We were just minding our own business when abruptly, my friend quivered in her seat, her eyes wide with fright.
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
Around the border of this space flowed a stream of fresh water. Then came a straight wall, rising to a considerable height, and surmounted by a broad platform, on which stood a throne for the Emperor, curule chairs of ivory and gold for the chief magistrates and senators, and seats for the vestal virgins. Next above were galleries for the equestrian order, the great mass of those who considered themselves as of gentle station, though not of the highest rank; farther up, and therefore farther back, were the galleries belonging to the freemen of Rome; and these were again surmounted by another plain wall with a platform on the top, where were places for the ladies, who were not (except the vestal virgins) allowed to look on nearer, because of the unclothed state of some of the performers in the arena. Between the ladies' boxes, benches were squeezed in where the lowest people could seat themselves; and some of these likewise found room in the two uppermost tiers of porticoes, where sailors, mechanics, and persons in the service of the Coliseum had their post. Altogether, when full, this huge building held no less than 87,000 spectators. It had no
I can hear the hum of taxi cabs whizzing past me as I stand on the corner of the busy downtown street. New York City! I still can't believe that I'm here or that I'm staying here. Aunt Allison was so sweet to let me live in her place whilst she travels around south America. I step out onto the road when the traffic light changed from green to red.
Looking at the window she uttered softly, “Well if you must know, she's headed for the Volterra Lunatic Asylum. Now, that you know I demand you to leave me now and go to your place.” Tears went down my cheeks as I ran to my room. I was restless and could not stop for a minute.
“Pretty please, Chris? We just need to find out where she is?” said Karen. She didn’t like to beg, but she wanted to put her mother’s mind at rest too, and that took priority.
“Sarah McMahon’s here for her appointment,” Sarah’s mother told the receptionist. Sarah went and sat down in the waiting room. There were little children running around, playing with toys. Sarah missed those day’s. No one made fun of her for her acne, and the biggest problem in life was who’s turn it was to play in the sand box.
Plus, you don’t seem like one to be part of a revolt like mine.” Teresa pauses for a moment before saying, “I’m sure you enjoy controlling your parents.” I stare at a crack in the cinderblock wall. Time passes by before I respond, “Yes. Well, no.
Birds chirping. City lights burning. Car horns blaring. Sun shining. The beautiful city of Chicago. The city that seems to be ever-changing. Always breathtaking, never insignificant. In the day, the sun shines above the tall ivory towers and reflecting off the glistening windows. It gives warmth to those traveling in between and brightens one’s day. In the night, as the day turns dark, the city becomes bright as one by one, the light pierces the night sky. The wind gives a subtle breeze that carries voices that could be heard from high above.
“Oh, my apologies, I shouldn't have asked.” “It's okay, you wouldn't have known otherwise.” Before continuing, I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “To be honest, I don't know the full story behind my parents' decision to move to America, but I do know my mum moved over here with my dad and his parents before they married. Though I can't tell you why.”
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Her mother had urged her to cooperate regardless. “That’s what you always say,” Daisy said. “Can’t you do anything? I can’t handle them anymore.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.