I once met this girl, more special to me than anyone of my friends. She has this disability where she has seizures. I don’t know why but she makes my heart melt. Her name is Allegra and she is the most kind and happy person ever. One day I was working with Allegra and I overheard her mum talking with her teacher. Allegra’s mum said she was pregnant. I was so shocked. What was going to happen with the baby? Where’s the attention and support that Allegra needs? So the baby came and he was absolutely perfect and Georges in every way, this meant that a lot of reckless nights. When Allegra came to school she would look so tired, eyes barley open and yawning constantly all day long. She couldn’t concentrate properly, that little brain going to waste because some mother was so selfish and …show more content…
I think I almost fainted but tried my hardest to keep it together. I went back to class and sat in silence, in shock. I went to visit Allegra in hospital and my eyes were already watering and I was only in the lift. As I slowly put one foot in front of the other out of the lift my heart was pounding, lips were trembling and hands were shaking. I opened the door that seemed for ever away, it was big and brown. It was also very creaky. The machines they all looked so big and scary for this poor little girl. This time I was not going to cry. I was hoping she was awake when I saw her but sadly her body had not adjusted to the machines. I asked the doctors should I stay or should I go, they said I can stay but if I talk to her she can still hear me but her disability makes it hard for her to understand us. She can use a bit of sign language but seeing that she is asleep or something that the doctors told me, I can’t even remember because I was so focused on making sure she gets better soon. We but when I say we I mean myself, I talked about how all her friends were missing her so much and how I had lots of colouring in for when she woke
The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.
We were now at the bus stop. The sun had replenished and the sky full of glee. There was trail next to the bus stop, she started walking through it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an ominous feeling. As she walked through the forest, her whole body had a calm aura.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
Although this may have seemed like a wonderful event for Baby, Alphonse was unfortunately a bad influence for Baby. Teaching her to steal, to consume drugs and alcohol, and introducing her to prostitution, it can be said that he stole her innocence, however, giving more depth and excitement to the plot of the novel. Prior to meeting Alphonse, Baby spent her time away from Jules, who often left her from a week to over a month at a time, with delinquent kids at the Community Centre, or just by herself and her dolls. She often found herself wandering the rural streets of Montreal alone. Everytime Jules leaves, Baby gets up to something interesting, whether it be a good or bad thing, creating many subplots in the novel. When Jules is sick with Tuberculosis, Baby is sent into a foster home by Child Protective Services, where she makes friends with other kids her age. Many weeks later, Jules recovers and promises her that everything will be okay, but Baby was too naive to believe that everything was actually going to be normal again. Despite of her young age of only 12 years, Baby is as pure as the colour white, but at the same time, she is very mature, and takes care of her dad, especially when he is high on heroin. No matter how much Jules would hurt her due to his addictions, Baby would still love him unconditionally. It is then that Baby runs away from home and encounters a
First Things First, grab the saw his antibiotics are wearing off. “We have to saw off your right leg, Mr. Daws I’m very sorry for your loss.” He replied, “It’s a whole lot better than dying that's for sure I’ll just have to adjust.” This was the usual part of the job so it really didn’t affect me at the time, but it surely would come back to haunt me in the end.
1883. There she sat. Staring blankly at the rotten, white wall. The enclosed room was rather small: only one window with bars securing it. Ophelia thought and thought.
The flu virus has spread throughout the building, there were children shivering in the arms of their mothers, anxious fathers and frightened medics. As the President, Tom Mason had very little help to offer; they were under-staffed with the outside world only glimpsing at their troubles. When the first child commenced to cough blood, Lourdes Delgado snapped. Storming down the corridors, every man stepped out of the way as she barged into the royal office. The startled gasps did very little to hinder her confidence.
I was dying. Did I mention that I actually cried? It didn’t help, it actually made it worse. To do this day I am in awe of how I held it for so long. Suddenly the bus driver leaves the high way. At that moment my heart starts pumping full of excitement. My bladder was literally about to explode. We reach the front gate to enter the school. And guess what? The front gate was locked. Therefore my band director didn’t have a key to the front gate. He only had a key to the back. Thus making us all go around to the other side of the world to get inside. At this point I just had given up on life. I remember saying to myself, “I’m going to die having to pee.” We finally reach the other side of the gate. My band director opens the gate. So we wait for him to slowly walk up to the bus. We wait for the bus driver to slowly close the door. Also we wait for him to slowly start the bus
Fluorescent lights beam down at me from the low ceiling. The air is perfumed with the smell of cleaner and the atmosphere looks calming, yet I feel tense. A tall vase of white carnations sits on the table and framed pieces of artwork are scattered across the cream walls. I’m sitting in a pleated leather chair that’s seated under a long metal table. A petit woman with a black pixie cut wearing a white dress is sitting in a metal chair in the corner, typing away on her laptop.
I remember laying in my bed at night just thinking about her. Sometimes I would get sad thinking about her hardships, other times I would feel happy thinking about how lucky our family is to have her. I always wished I could do something to make her life easier. I wanted to do something more than just feel sad for her. I started doing research on other children and adults with disabilities.
I heard the train racing down the track with urgency. I had not expected the train to stop at my station considering no one ever did. All of a sudden I heard the brakes scream as they hurried to slow the momentum of the train. The train came to a halt and I watched as the doors opened hoping that maybe after twenty years I would see a fresh unexpecting face.
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
I had seventh period math class the anticipation was building the entire day and as soon as I walked to class I felt nervous. I was feeling all sorts of emotions in one minute I did not know where to feel happy or sad. My teacher combined all my tests into one test I looked at the paper, but I could not see anything. I went blank for a moment, but then I remembered what my sister told me to block that voice out of my head. I just forgot that it was a test and started doing the answers when I got to the end, I thought to myself “that was
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.