It is a rainy night, it was just turning fall here in Asheville, North Carolina. I was stuck working late like I normally am, I work at a local grocery store called “ Asheville Super Market.” I have been working here since I was almost 15, my parents are friends with the owner so I got a job pretty young here. I have finally got off work, and made my way home to our little house on the corner of the street facing the opposite side of the road. My parents were up still, they usually are when I get off late, just to make sure I make it home safely. This time something was different though, they both sat there in their two recliners, asking me to have a seat. I sat down on the couch across from them. “ Abigail, we have something to tell you” I sat there and stared blankly at them, I had no idea what they were about to tell me. “ Honey, we are moving. We have saved up enough money, and with dad's business we are able to move, and this will be a better opportunity for our careers, and this household. We’ve already discussed this with your sister. It is a place where you will have to be home schooled instead of being put in a public, or private school.” WHAT?! So many many things just ran through my head at once. I had no …show more content…
I went to my car, and opened the door. As I started to get in my car I suddenly saw the box again. “ What in the world” I thought to myself. I left this on my bed before I went to work. How did this get into my car? I picked up the box and shook it to guess what was inside. It didn’t rattle, but yet it slide like it was trying to put itself together. I slide the ribbon off the box, slipping the top off the box. Inside was a sheet of tissue paper covering the item inside the mysterious box. Under the sparkly polka dot tissue paper was a map. It didn’t look like anything special, but it wasn’t a normal map either. Oh well, I threw the map and box in my passenger seat, forgetting about it on my way
We lived way out in the sticks in a trailer park community it was a nice community my uncle had lived there for many years. Its 2007 and I already took and passed my GED with flying colors I needed to find a job and I really didn’t know much so I asked a friend of mine who worked for this guy named frank. Frank had a business where he would install granite counter tops and tile floors he was looking for someone to help remove and install the counter tops and tile. I was nervous I had never done anything like this before I was only use to either cutting grass or construction jobs with my dad that only pertained to nailing wood and sheets of plywood up. I had worked for frank for about a year and a half before I had to quit I missed California too much I wanted to move back I missed the warm air and the smell of the dairies and that breeze from the ocean air when it hits you I missed all of that so I moved back and I moved in with my dad. I have had a few jobs in my life that didn’t last very long either the time wasn’t right or whatever but I ended up getting hired at the Walmart distribution center and it was a blessing in disguise because now we can get by. Even though we still have to live paycheck to paycheck we can now not stress as much as how we were going to make it work, how we were
The book never really says who is giving Ed the ace of spades cards. I have two predictions. One prediction is his ma. She has always wanted Ed to do something with his life. Right now he is a 19 year old taxi driver which is illegal nonetheless. First Ed never listens to her. “I’ll just tell her that Dickhead Ed forgot to pick up my coffee table.”(Markus 28). He is never on time to any activity except poker nights with his friends. Ed also mostly helps woman in New York City. His ma can relate to how these woman feel. When one of the cards come in it has “The Stones of Home” as the address. Only Ed’s family called one building in picticular that name. The Stones of Home is a place Ed and his brother tommy went for refuge. The stones are a
Moving is lots of work took me 4 days to pack and 5 to get everything from one house to the new house in Firestone. It was an extremely sad day when we moved because we have lived in that house for 10 years and have had so many memories like when i had my first sleep over i went down the stairs in a pillowcase and broke my hand and the time my sister did a cartwheel down the stairs and broke the railing and my dad was so hostile and frustrated. The part that made me so hostile is when people had to come to the house and look at the home very cautiously i could not be in the house at all i had to leave and and be out of the house of half an hour with my 1 year old brother. It's extremely stressing to have a little brother that but I admire
I moved to the house I now live in when I was three years old. I was so excited to move as this meant I was going to live closer to my grandpa. What I did not realize was what wonderful neighbors my family would have. Although the neighbors’ kids were all a lot older than my brother and me, they were always very nice and would play lots of different games with us. I thought this was so cool considering that they were all boys. The oldest boy, Jayson, had cerebral palsy. Jayson was 18 years old. He walked a little funny and talked a little funny, but he was so friendly.
Dad sat in the middle of the couch and patted the seats on each side of him as if to invite us to sit. Veronica and I hugged Dad. She and I cried.
The doors opened and I pushed him out. He didn’t even ask where I was taking him. Perhaps he thought I was killing him. His mind running through all those mental goodbyes to whoever he thought he loved. I smiled a bit when I tore off the laundry facility door and yanked him inside. Because I was bringing him back to life.
Day 36, Mother tried to stop me from eating again, but this time my dad and I had her tricked. As soon as mom went to sleep, dad came down and brought me three pieces of bread. As I eat the bread, I felt successful knowing that I beat mother, knowing that I have won one of the little games she liked to play. I’m sitting in the basement wondering what will happen if mother finds out what dad did and especially what will happen to me. Day 36, 5:30pm, I am woken by a loud bang and I hear dad and mother yelling, “WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THAT THING FOOD!” I hear my mom yell from the bedroom. She called me a thing not her son but a thing that word shot me in the chest hard. I AM NO LONGER HER SON! I try to go to sleep but I feel the shaking of the stairs
The clanging pipes above my head. The old, musty carpet beneath my feet. The colorful charts full of music notations, all smiling at me blankly. A cold mid-autumn breeze slices through the balmy room, carrying with it droplets of rain from the open door to the outside world. Me, standing in place among the other fourth and fifth graders, bouncing on my toes with anticipation coursing through my veins. Sheet music with simple melodies in our small hands. Children’s murmurs laced with tired apathy, groaning about having to be at school at such an early hour, some starting to fall asleep on their feet. Mr. Knapp at the forefront of the mass of the nine-to-ten year olds, hands up, ready to start conducting when we were ready to sing.
The community that I had been living here for the past couple of years is Woodside. Woodside is my home where there are a lot of varieties of things to do with people’s lives. In fact, it accommodate how people in this community interact with others such as going to varieties of stores, enjoying themselves at the park and etc. The best view point of my community that I like to talk about is the park and the good foundation of stores that are provided in this community.
You stand at the bus station, dripping wet from the relentless rain above you. Your dark hair, once dry and curly, is now matted against your scalp firmly. The news report said a ‘light drizzle’, but you were starting to doubt that, and wished you had brought your umbrella to keep yourself dry. Your name is Andrew and currently, you are waiting for the bus in the pouring rain. Your destination is your brother’s new place downtown, and you hope he has the decency to lend you some new clothes once you arrive.
It’s hard to imagine the bubbly entertainer battling dark thoughts, but early in her career, the comedian whose famous tagline is “be kind to one another” didn’t always receive that same kindness. After her character on her 1997 sitcom “Ellen” came out, DeGeneres received backlash in the public eye that left her mired in depression, W magazine reported. Despite her challenges, she told the magazine that ultimately she was grateful for the experiences that led her to where she is now:
“Right this way per favore” The hostess instructed our eager family. We had driven through the winding streets carved into Italy’s green rolling hills to arrive at this beautiful, remote restaurant overlooking vineyards that blanket the countryside. We were lead to a patio outside shaded by a white gazebo. The place smelled like fragrant flowers. I sat down on a white cushioned chair and wriggling in my seat, picked up the handwritten menu. I scanned over the options trying my best to translate the choices into English. My eyes finally settled on pasta di penne con prosciutto, piselli, e salsa di panna or penne pasta with ham, peas, and cream sauce. My mouth watered at the mere thought. When our waiter came back, I confidently ordered in my
“But Mama, I’m old enough to stay inside when we have company. James and I don’t need to be outside,” I complained. One of my father’s colleagues and his wife were visiting. Since my brother and I were only four and six, we were too young, we just didn’t know.
I stumbled downstairs and dragged my feet along the dirty, cracked hallway floor. Another day in this pathetic excuse of a city. Yelling and loud thumps resonated through the building from the apartments above. I adjusted my winter coat and mentally prepared myself for the hellish crime ridden streets of Brooklyn. I tugged on the door handle again, the stupid thing was still stuck. Rubbing my hands together for alittle warmth I got a good grip on the handle and leaned back, putting all of my weight into one final heave. The rusty hinges snapped loose and the heavy door flung open, smashing me in the face. Blood poured from my face like a faulty water fountain.
I could almost taste the scent of the humid summer air on a bright, early afternoon. The day was hot, and mosquitoes flew here and there, collecting deep, red droplets on which to feed. I could hear the fanfare of cicadas welcoming us. My family and I were all exhausted, having just arrived from a long, unforgettable plane ride. My dad’s hands gripped my own as we approached the gate that separated us from our destination. This was my first visit to my parents’ homeland, Vietnam.We were greeted by my paternal grandmother and shown in to take a small tour around the house where we would be staying. While walking inside, I first noticed a kitchen, then I took a right entryway into a living room. North of the living room was a dining room with a large window covered with silky off-white colored curtains.