Lauren's POV I wake up in Dani's warm embrace, causing me to smile at her touch. I kiss her forehead and then see a pair of brown eyes staring at me. Shoot! Lisa's brown eyes are not colored with the rage I expected, they are laden with understanding. Dani is still gripping me and I am not strong enough to pry her off of me mostly because every part of my body hurts. Lisa rips Dani's lanky frame from me getting a grumble of intelligible words from Dani. I get up in immense pain again, but luckily not as bad as in my dream. I straighten up feeling that my right leg is stiff as a board and know I'll be limping wherever Lisa forces us to go today. Dani seems to notice my stiffness after a minute of walking coming over to help me and I smile …show more content…
Lisa looks back at us and I know she thinks that it is all her fault. It is my own clumsy fault for getting injured except for my face, that is her fault. I feel Dani getting tired and I look at her. She smiles back at me, her pearly whites comforting me. We reach the camp and Dani stays holding me even though we have stopped. "I was freaking out!" I hear the yell of my eldest sister speeding up my heartbeat in a bad way. "We were too." I turn to see two familiar faces. I usually would be pumped to see them, but this is the worst timing in the world. "Mom! Dad!" Lisa says and her mouth is smiling, but her eyes are not. I know she is discouraged that her plan didn't work. The rest of our sisters notice our stressed body language and are looking at us quizzically. I try to pretend that I am not bothered by this and I see Dani run her free hand on the back of her neck, a nervous tick I have noticed from her over the seventeen years of living with her. "Are you guys ready to come home?" Lynne, our mom, asks and the reactions are divided. Amy and Christina are grinning and nodding obviously happy to go home. Lisa and I shrug, not really knowing. I love my family and all, but I love Dani also. Dani and Katherine have no reactions to this, eyes locked off staying
The term “lady” in southern society during this time was someone who was well put together and who took care of her family. A Lady was also someone who was well respected and respected others. I think the grandmother is a lady because of the way she interacted with her family at the beginning. She explains to the children about being more respectful, like the children were in her time. The grandmother and the misfit begin talking about Jesus and the grandmother continuously encourages him to pray. The misfit explains he was always good, but was at one point sent to the penitentiary. He also explains he does not pray because he doesn’t need help from anyone. I think, even though everyone was killed by the misfit, both the grandmother and the
“I love me Betty” Tituba yelled as she was accused of being the reason for Betty’s current state. Tituba may just be a slave, and not seen as important or intelligent in the town of Salem, but she has many characteristics in common with me. Although hers are caused by being taken out of her home in Barbados. I, much like Tituba are often seen as outcasts to those around us, but we accept what we are and still love the world around us, and accept others too, and for that reason follow others.
One responsibility that I had to take on was very tough for me. I have a dog named Maggie Lou, that my mom and dad took care of. I didn't think it was very hard, but sadly, I was wrong. On one normal day my mom and dad said, “you have to take care of Maggie.” Then after I said “how hard could it be?”
The memory of my brother will forever live on. This glove is his spirit and I will be damned if something happened to it. It still to this day amazes me how intelligent this boy was. The fact that he was younger and was more educated than me show the potential he truly had. And old Stradlater had the nerve to not appreciate my paper on his glove. That glove is the most precious memory I have of old Allie. It reminded me of his contagious laugh and smile that could rub off on any old phony. He had a sense a pleasing everyone around him with joy and happiness and it truly angers me greatly to see him taken from me.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
On 7/16/16 at approximately 1909 hours, my partner, Officer Acosta #0044, and I, Officer Harrell #3441 were working normal patrol assigned to unit 2A26. We were in full police uniform and operating a marked black and white police vehicle. We were dispatched to a radio call of a critical missing from 1605 Glen Ave.
Things went on as usual for the next two weeks. I had convinced Melinda to press charges on that son of a bitch for posting that video. Melinda gradually started to smile more often and we'd grown close to each other. We even started talking about maybe finding our own place, a small house maybe.
“ Hay Gloria, I was calling to see if you wanted to hang after school today.”
Q: When your mom died the effects it had on Margot and Lara Jean must have been different then you due to your age. Your sisters had to grow up overnight and become responsible and had to care for you. How do you believe your mom's death impacted you? A:
When I talked to her I immediately saw the look of guilt on her face. Suspicious.”Ugh. Jenna is always freaking out
A thick book held by my tiny hands; my slumped back against the sturdy wall; a content expression on my childish face. Small dust particles dance in the stream of light let in by the open window. The sound of the clock had long since stopped; all I could hear now is the sound of my sound of my slow, rhythmic breathing and the vague sound of music pouring out from the computer. My body is warmed by the sunlight and my usually edgy soul is kept at rest by this serene atmosphere. Just minutes of this quiet moment is enough to soothe even the most restive bodies. In this instant reigned by peace, I am the quiet, satisfied me; the “blithe Bonnie”, who only appears when she’s concentrating on an exciting adventure called a story or simply just work or practice.
Shortly after, “yesterday” was dominated by my great-grandmother and her grim condition. I already knew that my granny wasn’t doing so well because she was in hospice. So, I called off on a Friday so I could be with her. I remember it was me, my mom, my grandmother, and of course - my granny. Four perfect generations of my family in one room. My mom was sitting about a yard away from her on the right and my grandmother was holding her hand on the left. I was about a yard and a half away from the foot of her bed. My mother and grandmother kept saying “I love you Grandma” or “I love you Mommy” about a million times. Each time, my grandma would open her mouth and outstretch her neck. My grandma thought she could hear us, but I figured it was because
How difficult do you think that it would be to have a baby when you are only 17 and the guy that got you pregnant left you because you wouldn’t get an abortion? This happened to my grandma Kensler. Her name is Laurie Kensler. My grandma was born in Eaton Rapids, Michigan and she also lived in Florida. She also has two brothers and two sisters. She inspires me to not give up, to love everybody, and to be brave.
She is more than just a Grandma. She is more than just a woman. She is more than just a person. She is my Granny. My comfort, support, strength.
“Yeah. She’s like- a retard!” again, they looked like hyenas, laughing their heads off as they walked away leaving me totally confused. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Dani, but there was a large part of me that just had to listen to the big kids because they were always right.