The sun woke me up on the cold December morning. It was Friday, December 13 and that’s all I knew. No clocks, no phone, nothing that was electric was working. I woke up shivering due to there was no heat in the house. I walked downstairs where I found a note on the ground by the front door. I walked into the kitchen where I found my mom and dad talking about the electricity being out. I said, "Look there was a note by the front door.” I read it out to them. The note had said, "Attention Chesterfield residents, there has been a power outage. Do not panic, the power will be back on very shortly. Students are still required to report to school today, Friday, December 13, 2013. Thank you.” “What? This is ridiculous. There is no power and we have …show more content…
We can get in deep trouble for driving without a license!” “Don’t worry Alexis; the cops are more worried about not having power than kids driving without a license. You have your permit; at least you know how to drive.” Jack said. I could tell she was nervous and scared. “There is it! Turn left!” Jack shouted. We pulled up to the building, it look deserted. There was nothing there just a building. “I don’t think this is a good idea. No one is here. Shouldn’t there be workers here trying to fix the power?” I asked. “No. They are at the headquarters figuring out what’s happening. They won’t be here till tomorrow.” Jack said. We got out of the car we walked up to the doors, it was locked. Jack pulled his lanyard filled with 20 keys on it. He kept putting different keys in the lock until the door would open. Alexis and I followed Jack to a back room. Jacked put his hand out and waved at us to tell us to stop. We looked at him and said, “What?” “Shhh, someone is in there. It looks like they have guns.” I felt chills up my back. Why do they have guns? What are they going to do? Are they cops? So much stuff was going through my mind. I was a nervous wreck. Alexis said, “ Emily was right this isn’t a good idea lets go home..” she paused. Her face was pale. I looked back and there he was. “Don’t say a single word.” The man in the deep voice said. His gun was pointing at us. He shoved us into the room and slammed the door. “We have company.” The man …show more content…
“No! Please, I don’t want to die! We can all just leave and go home and won’t tell anyone about this. I promise. Just let us go, please.” Alexis cried out. “Brian what do we do?” Brian’s partner asked. “Give me your phones. NOW!” Brian yelled. I shooked. I looked over at Alexis and brian as I slipped my phone into my boot. They both handed over their phone. “Wheres yours?” Brian asked me. “In the car. It died so I didn’t bring it. I swear.” I told him. “Give me your jacket, let me check your pockets.” I let him check my pockets. I tried not to look at him in the eye. I could feel my face get red. My palms were sweating. He threw my jacket at me. “I told you.” “Shut up. You guys sit down over there.” We all sat down in the corner. We were shaking because it was so cold. “Emily give him your phone. I don’t want to die. He will kill us if he found out you lied to him.” “Shh, Alexis. We have to call the cops or tell someone what’s happening. If I don’t keep it then we will die because no one will know where we are and no one will be able to save us. Just sit there and be quite, please.” I whispered to her. Both men walked over, and the partner asked, “Why are teenagers trying to fix the power? How will you know how to fix it?”. “My dad works for Old Dominion, I know some things about fixing it.” Jack said, looking down at his palms. “Why you guys here fixing it? Are you the one who made it go off?” I asked. They both looked at eahctoher. “How do
Pashtana said she would rather die than not go to school and acted on her words. Her education is limited and she doesn’t have all the recourses to make school easier, yet she still loves and wants all the knowledge she can get. While I sit in my three story private school, a clean uniform free of holes or loose seams, my macbook air in my lap, the smell of cookies rising up from the cafeteria, wishing to be anywhere else but there. No one has beat me because I want to go to school, no one has forced me into a marriage, I’ve never put my life in jeopardy for the sake of education. Pashtana’s life and choices made me take a moment to stop and reflect on my own life and how fortunate I am to have what I have. We dread the thought of school because to us it is a chore, it’s a hassle, it’s something that messes with our sleep schedule, it is something that gets in the way of lounging around and binge watching Netflix. Pashtana doesn’t take her school and education for granted because she does not have the same liberties we do. While we enjoy driving into the city and shopping over the weekend, Pashtana unwillingly makes wedding arrangements with her cousin. While we complain about our mom nagging us to clean our room, Pashtana is getting beaten by her father because she wants to learn more about the world. While we have stocked fridges and pantries and
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
It was a dark, rainy night. Anna was driving alone on the wet streets of Portland, Oregon to her parents’ house. Her windshield wipers were waving like crazy, and her headlights were not shining bright. When then she knew that all safety was lost, in this closed off forest, in my small car. The radio was screaming fun jazz music to lighten the mood. Though Anna was tired and weak wishing for the drive to be over. Little did she know her life was about to change, for the better and worse.
As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
Where they grew up, kids as young as 8 years old were recruited into illegal operations; Wes and Tony included. Mary tried everything she could, but had lost her sons to the wonder and curiosity that money brings. The important place a mother should hold in her son’s life vanished and she was left to take care of their mistakes. Later in their lives, both boys were caught in a heist that set them up for an entire lifetime in jail. Their arrest sent “cheering responses” from everyone in their community. The boys were not only involved with a robbery, but a murder as well. The word spread quickly about their sentences and a “collective sigh of relief seeped through Baltimore. At home, Mary wept” (Moore 155). Many families go through traumatic experiences comparable to Mary’s situation. The choices her sons made left her alone, parallel to the isolation the boys were experiencing as
The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to
“Hands up where I can see them!” Hollered the cop as he makes his way towards Summer. He snatches her bag from her hand that contained 15 beers and drugs. “You’re under arrest, underage drinking, illegal use of drugs, on the streets intoxicated! Do you realize what you could have done to yourself?” the cop asked. Summer realized how big of a problem she was in and how dangerous the situation was, tears began to run down her face. Summer felt the handcuffs nearly cutting off the circulation of her wrist because of how tight the police officer locked them. Being placed in the police car backseat, Summer thinks about her mom and how she lied by saying nothing bad was going to happen and she wasn’t going to do anything. Not only did Summer realize she disappointed her mom but she also disappointed
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
Athol Fugard’s “‘Master Harold’ . . . and the boys” illustrates that power is an issue that has so many people playing a part. Hally’s relatively short visit to his parent’s shop reveals so many problems within society in South Africa and around the world that still exist today. Everything from the interactions between the characters, to the title of the play, and even their choices of conversation all show that the thing about power struggles is that everyone ends up damaged. Fugard presents several brief displays of the power struggles that affect each character and in turn exposes to the reader that many forms of power are integrated into society so invisibly that we rarely see such struggles, and they are so much more than a black and white issue.
“I’m right here, honey,” exclaimed her father Ricky. “I’m calling our local electric cooperative right now. I know they will get our power up and running again, but I’m sure we are not the only family without electricity.”
It was official, the first day of fifth grade was over, and it had been a great day. I was certain that nothing could ruin it. As my mother drove my siblings and I home we noticed an odd long black car in our driveway that was waiting for us, my mom told me and my siblings to go inside and start dinner. I ran inside to the window by the kitchen to see what was going on and I saw my mother crying, tears steadily dripping down her face, and her head on the shoulder of an Army Colonel. Two other soldiers stood to the side and waited while my mother was crying. The soldiers left a few minutes later. “Mome what is wrong why were there soldiers at our door?”, I said in a curious voice “Go start
“We are here to get your power back up and running!” said the man. The man and the woman quickly walked toward the control panels. In just a few short minutes, the power turned back on and the children were very grateful to see that the lights could turn on. The students in the class were not afraid anymore because they knew that the man and the woman took care of everything.
“You’re going to volunteer at your brother’s school for this week!” my mother shouted. I whined about having to go, especially since the Chicago Public School teachers were on and strike and these were my days to sleep in. Eventually I gave in and reluctantly got into the car, my brother in the back seat, on our way to Cove school.
I'm in Mr.Fiedler's room watching the latest news, two more minutes until it's time for my first class of the day. I tremble as I watch the clock tick away. Tick, tock, tick, tock... 8:45, I got 3 minutes to get to Mrs.Bernston's room, but off course her room is the only room on the other side of the school. I don't blame the other teachers, I wouldn't want to be by her room either. I quickly walk to Mrs.Berntson’s room as my heart pounds 1000 beats per minute. I slowly walk into her dark room, wondering why no one is here, and expecting some sort of trap. I take a couple steps inside then all of a sudden WHOOSH, next thing I know i’m hanging on the ceiling by me feet with a thick rope tied around my ankles. The nefarious lady comes out of the dark corner yelling, “I told you we’re gonna be in the computer lab typing our Meanwhile essays, didn’t you pay attention to anything i said yesterday!?”
We are in Mrs.Sharp’s class anxiously waiting for the clock to turn to 12:05 for lunch time. We sit in our seats impatiently waiting to be dismissed. We are already packed up ready to go before she finally lets us leave, but we always say a prayer. After the prayer we race down the hall like a stampede of bulls trying to get our lunch. The halls are so narrow and packed with students we have to weave our way to our lockers. Although the teachers hate when we do it, we are just too excited to get to lunch. We run down the stairs stomping loudly in a big group. Mrs.Stringfellow always yells at us to be quiet and stop running because of the sleeping preschoolers. We then tiptoe quietly through preschool, but once we go threw the doors it goes back to the loudness. Then it becomes a race down the breezeway that leads to the gym.