Thinking it was nothing serious, I refused to go, for I was too comfortable in my parent’s bed watching TV. I had known Alan for a year or more now, and he was the nicest man I have ever met. Thinking it thoroughly, I decided to go; he would have done the same thing in my position. The hospital was very far away, and sometime throughout the drive I regretted going, thinking I had come such a long way for just a broken wrist, or that maybe I would be the youngest person and that would have been very awkward. The night was very dark and cold.
Skeptical his father pulled up the gravel drive, parked the car, and got out to examine the house. Brady getting out as well followed closely behind his father, as he searched every inch of the house finding nothing of importance. Unconvinced with their son’s story, the couple wrote off his it off as simply a ploy to get their attention for leaving him alone. That night Brady’s mother tucked him in, assuring he was safe inside their house. As she shut the door and walked away she noticed for the first time a set of light scratch marks on her sons door, making her wonder if maybe he was telling the truth, while inside the room Brady was sitting up at the noise of his closet door opening.
He saw the car business as the perfect profession to utilize his gifts that were so shamefully being wasted at his old job. Those first years of his being a car salesman, however, I almost never saw my dad. I would get up and be off to school before he awoke, and I would be asleep or at least in bed before he was able to drag his exhausted and overworked body in the front door and collapse in the bed. Often he would be unable to eat dinner until he slept for a couple hours. I can still remember a few times seeing him sitting on the couch at 2 o'clock in the morning in his pajamas eating cottage cheese and peaches and watching Headline News.
Grandma Judy had told me that my mom “sometimes sends pictures and postcards to let us know she is okay.” How did I not catch her the first time? Grandma Judy wasn’t talking about the past when she told me that, she was talking about the present! They probably knew where she was all this time and didn’t tell me! I kept looking and reading then decided I just had to get all the evidence together that I could find and have a serious discussion with my grandparents. After dinner is when I would talk to them.
Janie's grandmother raised Janie since she was born, grandmother says "Maybe it wasn't much, but Ah done de best Ah kin by you. Ah raked and scraped and bought dis lil piece uh land so you wouldn't have to stay in de white folk's yard and tuck yo' head befor' other chillun at school." When Janie turned sixteen years of age, her childhood had ended with a kiss from a boy named Johnny Taylor. Grandmother wanted to see her married at once but Janie did not understand what was going on. Janie did not feel love for this man or any man at this time but grandmother explains that she is not going to be around forever and she wants to protect her from harm and danger.
I was really upset before all of this started. I didn’t wanna leave the house at all! I always came home, straight to my room to play video games on the PS3. When my parents came to my room and told me we were gonna go camping tomorrow, I got really mad about it. First I didn’t know nothing about camping, so anything I would have to do I knew I wouldn’t like it.
They left my sister and I stayed at home. They took her to the emergency room while me and my sister watched TV and I played on the laptop. While we were having the time of our lives without our parents waiting to see if she was going to be ok. It may seem like we do not care, but we were worried. That is not fun just sitting around and waiting to hear if your Grandma is going to be ok. Later on, my father had come home to tell us was that because of the fall that she may have hurt her hip.
I don't believe in ghosts, but just my dad's suggestion of Grandpa's soul coming back made me feel uneasy. One particular night still haunts me and is one that I really wish I could forget. I went to bed that night up at my Grandma's house just like I did almost every night, a little apprehensive about what I might hear. At about 1:00 a.m., I was awakened by a loud bang on my window. I thought maybe it was just a dream, so I closed my eyes and started to fall back asleep.
After getting in a fight with his mom the night before the trip, he is sent to sleep in the attic, where he makes the wish that he could just get rid of his family. When he wakes up in the morning, he realizes that no one is home, and he has the house to himself. He is shocked, surprised but thrilled that his wish came true. Rather than being frightened like the typical child, he looks at the situation as more of a celebration, and does nothing but take advantage. He runs around the house yelling, jumps on his parents bed, eats junk food, watches movies he isn’t typically allowed to watch, goes through his older brothers room, and uses his father’s shower products.
I was so sick of riding in the car that I did not care what the room looked like as long as there was a bed for me to sleep on. As we entered the room, on the left there was the bathroom sink, a mirror, and a place to hang our "good" clothes. To the right, was the miniature bathroom. There was not enough space in there for a midget. Stepping out of the entranceway, there was a wooden dresser with a 27-inch television.