I just nodded at him and walked over to the TV. “Yes we did stay up we were doing our monthly Monster feast it was Zombie week which YOU WERNT HERE FOR!” I yelled at Ava while turning off the DVD player and the TV. “Yea well I had training last night and it got out late so I went home I figured you guys were asleep anyway...plus your house is kind of messy” I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen part of our bedroom. “It’s not messy Ava it’s just...Retro?” I said grabbing my plate of food and walking into our small dining area where Keegen was already stuffing his face. I rolled my eyes at him and sat down.
I went straight into the bathroom, had a wash, brushed my teeth and went back into my room to dress. We were obviously allowed to ware our casual clothes, so I slipped on some trousers and a shirt and went down stairs. My mother had already started to make my breakfast, she was making something which smelled like bacon. As I went into the kitchen I noticed it was egg and bacon that my mum was cooking. I said good morning and poured myself some water which I have every morning and went to sit down on the sofa.
“Would you slide the pizza box over here, I think I’d like another piece.” “Yes, I thought it was a great day too,” said Frances. “I’m glad Lucinda woke me up at the crack of dawn this morning.” Lucinda said, “I don’t think it was actually the crack of dawn. And besides, you shouldn’t sleep your life away anyhow.” “You mean anyway,” said Kimberly. “What ever,” said Lucinda. Frances and Lucinda watched a movie on TV after dinner and then went up to Lucinda’s room.
We quickly ran out of things to talk about. There was always hardly anything to say to my dad, once school talk was over; every other conversation was pretty much done with too. I decided to stay with him in his room to watch TV waiting on dinner; my little brother who was four years old at the time later came to join us, he was probably tired of watching cartoons in the living room, or perhaps lonely. I’m guessing lonely. Ten minutes later, my mother calls us for dinner.
After our family talk we would prepare our flavorstar dishes to be wrapped up to be taken to my grandmother house. As I would help my mother get the food ready I would admire the cinnamon/ sugary scented sweet potato pie which has always been my favorite. Once the food was covered we would all dash down the hall in our bed room and scuttle to get the house clean. Feeling like superwomen and a ball of light, we managed to clean the house in twenty five minutes. After everyone was dressed, we assisted my mom with putting the food in the car.
Our Camping Trip I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her humungous skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water.
Pamadamus got up early, made his bed, tidied his room, ate breakfast and did all his chores. At last he was ready to walk to Grandmother’s house. Mother again cautioned Pamadamus to be home before dark. She kissed him farewell and told him she loved him. Pamadamus felt that he was the luckiest little boy who ever lived because Mother was always very patient with him and she was quick to give him hugs, cook his favorite meals and fix his favorite snacks.
I have just made him laugh with some brilliantly told story about my day, and he thinks how lucky he is to have me in his life. After drying our hands on tasteful kitchen towels we retire to the living room with tea. I light a fire. The kids are doing their homework in their tidy rooms, or one of them is doing homework and the other one is polishing a Bach cello suite. My husband and I are planning to go to the theater.
Born Sinner Aren’t we all sinners? We all have committed acts of violence at some points in our lives, and our answer we are human, we are wired that way or it is our instinct. People have a habit of hurting one another and it comes naturally to them. After reading Flight by Sherman Alexie, violence is a prominent theme throughout the novel. This idea of aggression is represented in many different ways, shapes, and forms.
In conclusion, the Stand Your Ground Law does not help out our society in any good way and is also letting more criminals off easily. This law is misused and not understood right; people are using this law as an excuse for killing people. Even though, I understand where the other view on this topic is coming from I do not believe this law should continue to be in effect. Furthermore, they should stop using this law in the states that allow this as a law or they should still have a punishment for the person that killed some. All in all, I believe this law should be taken out and not used anymore as an excuse for killing someone