We all sat in silence as we were dropped off at my cousin’s place and watched as my parents drove off in a hurry. I remember praying for his survival. I turned around and knocked on my cousin’s door. We stood quietly outside and could hear the footsteps run towards us. “Hey!
When she was young, Pearl always dreamed of seeing snow but it never happened, plain rides were too expensive and her mother didn’t own a car. As she grew up, it just never crossed her mind to travel. Now everything is different, the doctors tell her that she only has a couple of months to live. So she decides it’s time to move; it’s time to make her dreams come true before she dies. She will rent a car and on her way to Maine, she will stop by to see her children.
I sat in that spot for another fifteen minutes. Finally, we started to move at a steady pace, then we saw the city lights outside of the never-ending parking garage. I hurried and called mom to get us home, because I have been lost that late before in the exact same area. My mom was not very happy, it was almost time for her to go to bed. As I drove my sister started nodding off in the passenger seat!
I got in the leather covered car seats, with my trusty pillow and blanket. Before I knew it I was out, I woke up about…an hour or so later. I looked out of the window the grass blowing in the wind, the sky as blue as a lake not a cloud in the sky. I sat up right “dad where are we going” the car stayed silent for a couple minutes then I heard the deep voice of my dad “where going to Spring Lake.” It sounded nice I thought hopefully there’s a lake and that’s not just the name of the park. “How long until we get there?” I heard the squeak of my mother’s high pitched voice “soon sweetheart, soon.” I decided I should sleep, since my parents hadn’t been helpful in telling me when we would be getting to Spring Lake.
They saved their game and turned it off. Sheldon came into the kitchen and he looked at Mama. “Gram, are you feeling ok? You don’t look so good right now.” “Oh Sheldon, I am fine, it has just been a very eventful day for me. I want to go home and lay down now that is all.” Sheldon took Mama’s keys and he went out and opened the passenger side door for Mama.
We exit the car and expeditiously enter the house while waving at the police hoping he pulls off. Once inside we peek out the window, the police car slowly takes off. We are all surprised at how we just got out that situation. Once again you would think we learned a lesson but really the only thing we learned is how not to drive. When my dad returns home we hope he won’t notice the car is moved, we know everything is ok after about 10 minutes.
This devotion brought little to no fruit or appreciation of her service. Tirelessly giving made Eleanor, the protagonist, weary and discouraged. Eleanor dreams of being free and living the youth that she had in a sense, lost. Upon being invited to stay at the huge yet slightly formidable mansion, Hill House, Eleanor eagerly accepts. Taking the car, despite opposition from her sister and mother, she sets off for Hill House, driving for what seems to be an eternity, and enjoying her freedom at last.
After a few minutes of sitting and waiting Elaine opened the front door and stuck her head out. “There you are. I’ll be at Grandma’s if you need me.” She closed the door before either Morgan or Andy could answer. “Just wait here a few more minutes,” Andy said. Elaine backed her car out of the driveway and she drove off without another word.
As Anne recalls it her story begins last semester when she borrowed her sisters car to get back to school. She remembers parking the car in the top commuter parking lot. Anne distinctly remembers locking the doors and heading down to her townhouse for the night. When Anne went to use the car Saturday morning it was gone. There was no car in sight.
Fancy recitals had never been Jennifer’s “thing”—as she often so eloquently put it—and so I nearly always had to go alone, no matter who was playing or singing. I put my hand over the microphone in my cell and let out a quiet little sigh of disappointment, “Yea, I know that Melanie Nguyen isn’t your favorite artist. Do you still think you can make it?” I asked, raising my spirits a tiny bit in hope she’ll come and prove she’s still my friend. “I…uh, no I don’t think I can. Alex has got this thing he’s going to, his parents are going to be there and he invited me.