I was woke up to a banging at my door. A glimpse at the alarm clock told me it was 7:00 in the morning and I knew exactly who it was banging at my door. Disgruntled and half asleep I stumbled to the door to open it. “What are you doing up so early in the morning Janet? We are on vacation so why don’t you go to your room and go back to sleep!” I said as I slowly close the door in her face. “Come on Tiffany we are in Hawaii, it is to beautiful here to be sleeping in every day. Plus I saw this cute surfboard instructor in the lobby and I think we need to go check him out and get some lessons.” As she is talking she is walking in the door and into my closet throwing clothes on the bed for me to wear that day. Knowing that there was no chance that I would be able to get back in bed I walked to the bathroom to get ready for another day at the beach. Though being rushed out the front door the excitement from Janet was bubbling over to me. She is right, we are on a much needed vacation and this is something we both have been planning on for months. With both of us working full time and going to school time, this is something that we had been saving for. While most students go to Florida for spring break we had decided to go to Hawaii. The sunny beached and tan guys were a real plus …show more content…
Upon walking up to my door I get the creepy feeling again that I had got when meeting Thomas. Some people might call it crazy but I have always had a good sense of knowing the mood of the environment. I put my key in the door and slowly turn it till it clicked verifying that the door is unlocked. After throwing the door open I jumped back into the hallway just in case someone jumped out the room. I look in the room and see my clothes thrown all over the room. Fearing that someone might still be in their I slowly open the door and grabbed the umbrella firmly in my
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
Parents play a crucial role in the development of children, varying from culture to culture. Although imperative, the mother and daughter relationship can be trivial. Many women writers have exercised their knowledge and shared their feelings in their works to depict the importance and influence of mothers upon daughters. Jamaica Kincaid, Maxine Hong Kingston, and Kiana Davenport are only three of the many women writers who have included mother and daughter themes in their texts. These writers explore the journeys of women in search of spiritual, mental and individual knowledge. As explained by these authors, their mothers' words and actions often influence women both negatively and positively. These writers also show the effects of a mother's lesson on a daughter, while following women's paths to discovery of their own voice or identity. In Kincaid's poem, Girl; Hong Kingston's novel, Woman Warrior; and Davenport's short story, The Lipstick Tree, various themes are presented in contrasting views and contexts, including the influence of mothers upon daughters.
I grew up on the waterfront of the Columbia River. The quaint, picturesque town of Kalama Washington was my hometown from before I can remember. The damp small town emulated a coastal environment, complete with heavy rainfall and dim daytimes. Tired, worn down buildings clad in paint chipped walls and climbing ivy dot the streets and hills. Scenic post-card worthy views of the river stretch out before wide front windows. Tourists stampede through musty antique shops and 50’s themed diners, breathing in the retro town in all its vintage glory; only to discard its significance once entering the freeway. Umbrella carrying locals paint their aging homes pastel shades to combat the grey, gloomy veil blanketing the town. Everyone living in Kalama
I woke up the next morning due to the rays of sunlight coming through the windows of the camp trailer. This could not have been right! There was no way it could be light at four o'clock it the morning. I got up and looked at the clock that was to the counter next to my dad on the opposite side of the camp trailer. The clock read seven-thirty.
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
Flannery O’Connor was a unique writer whose personal life was as unusual as her short stories. From her zealous and strict Catholic faith, to her love of peacocks, she is possibly the most interesting female writers of the 20th century. It takes a bold writer to put religion into their writing and it takes and even bolder one to be a female writer and put religion into their writing. Not only was Flannery O’Connor a bold writer, she set the bar for the writers of her present time and of the future. Her battle with lupus tested her faith and her diligence toward writing on numerous occasions and although in the end it took her life, the life of her work continues to live on.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
I was at home at midnight drained of thinking about my love. Almost asleep out of nowhere I heard a beat atmy the door. I thought I was crazy but I still heard the beating at the door. Although I was not expecting company the same beat kept repeating.
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
“Just hold on babe we will be their in a moment.Now turn around so I can put this blind fold on you,”he said stubernly.
The house wasn’t as luxurious as Hana had hoped, but it was pretty nice with its antique décor. Hana sipped her tea, and her stomach thanked her, for she hadn’t eaten in days. She looked up and realized that they were all staring at her, waiting for her to say something. “How are all of you doing today?” Hana asked with a red face. She was embarrassed that she was quiet for that long. “We are happy now that you are here, Hana! How is your family? Mrs. Toda replied in a bit too cheery tone. “My mom and sister are fine. My uncle sends his greetings,” Hana responded quickly. “Ah, your uncle is a good man, did he send you here?” Mr.Toda said in a longing tone. “He says that you are a well-educated woman, who likes her studies.” “Yes, I am studying to become a doctor, but God knows best,” Hana answered. “I like this lady,
“Right this way, Katelyn.” Mr. Shaller then said gesturing to her with one of his fingers, and they both began to walk out of the cafeteria together, Katelyn a few feet in front of him. I had assumed that she was on her way to the principal’s office. But as she walked in front of Mr. Shaller on her way out of the cafeteria, she turned back looking over her shoulder at me with a giggle and gave me a small smile, and I couldn’t help myself but to laugh a little myself and smile right back at her.
You're awoken by your sister's tight hug around your chest. "Yeah sis. I'm up now, what seems to be the problem.....Why aren't you asleep?"
“For helping me keep my head on straight. The change you instigated in my attitude about physical death to the glory of Sally’s spiritual awakening.”
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.