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Narrative essay fiction
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It was two weeks since that night happened. well, that morning will be more suitable. I am still grounded, she is still having fun behind my parent’s back. ugh why did I let this happened to me again? I should have known that Rana will not change. Finally mr. Peterson showed up to class. It’s been two weeks since i last have him as my 1st period teacher. He took leave for two weeks because he’s been in an accident. He hates it when the kids called him “mr. Peterson”. When there is no other teacher around, he let us call him “sam”. He’s pretty tall, with bright blue eyes. It seems like he lost some weight over the past two weeks. But good thing his smile still lights up the room and encouraging me to study math, one of the subject that i really hate at first, but ended up liking it. “How’s your daughter sam?” I asked him while he was handing out papers to people. “She’s doing great now. Her grandma is staying at home looking out for her. Thanks for asking.. is it Rani or Rana?” “It’s Rani. Rana is the stylish one remember?” I still don’t understand how people still got confused which one’s which. Yes we’re identical but still.. Sam just laughed then he started looking at the class. “Classe! How are things with the sub? Is he more fun than me? Should i be worried that you guys like him more than me?” The kids responded like a rapid fire. They all complained about how the sub sucks. Sam just grinned and try to settle the kids down when a familiar looking kid walked in. The guy that just came in really reminded me of my elementary school crush, Jake. When we were in the second grade, he used to stand up from the kids who used to take my lunch away from me. His eyes were blue-ish green with a tiny scar below the cheek. He was also t... ... middle of paper ... ...tarted to think about what he said and then a guy came up to me. “Why did you do that? Please tell me why. You know that I need to know why Rani. Sayangku.” Jake told me while he stood right next to me. I warned him that it would take a long while but he said he could hear it all night since he saw Rana ‘grinding’ with another guy and stuck in other guy’s hands now. So I told him the whole story, and It felt like the weight that was on my back this whole time lifted from my back. I hesitated a bit but he held my hand while assuring me that everything is going to be okay. After the long story Jake hugged me and told me why I never told this to him before. I was glad I finally told him that. Finally the slow dance song was on and he pulled me into the dance floor and we finally danced the night away. And I swear in that moment, I feel that we’re going to last forever.
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I'm just trying to
I saw him making his way over to me and I felt my heart begin to race.
I could tell that he was not from Mississippi because he would definitely know better. I didn’t want to get him in trouble, or hell I did not want to get myself into trouble. But he was just so cute and articulate. I could not help but to keep talking to him.
"If I was late to class, he would write me a pass. We were just talking about family and stuff like that . . . until it elevated up to sexual stuff."
I was able to interview Matheena Syed. I met her husband Khalid Syed, during a previous visit, but unfortunately he had to work during our arranged interview time. Matheena was the sister that I had been in contact with from the very first visit arrangement, she has been my guide through the entire immersion process. Because of this the interview was very casual and open. She was able to share some great information about her culture and integrating her Islamic faith into American society.
“It will all be over soon. I would have to get pulled out sooner or later so I should be glad to get it over with it. But I'm not. I thought to myself.
The people I interview were my sister Shola who is 18 years old graduate from Kipp College preparatory, another sister Lisa a student who is 16 years old and my dad Antwane who is a mechanic and is 40 years old.These events of inequality in America has made these 3 women be more protected and have their freedom narrowed down a little bit. To my dad it made him worry for his kids and face stereotypes that society has given to black men.
So after a day we brought him in to read bedtime stories and have morning cuddles, just as we always had done. As far as he was concerned, she was asleep.”
"Umm what the heck is going on here?" Naruto asked with a hint of worry in his voice. "And who are these little munchkins that are clinging to my leg? And where are their parents?" He inquired while picking up said
“I can’t expect much of her, she is an Aries so they are naturally argumentative and agitated. Plus, she was adopted too.” Ryan said.
I remembered how cute he was and how out of my league he was. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My heart dropped when I saw him, like it did in the book aisle WalMart.
With the restoration of Charles II to the throne following the fall of the Commonwealth and Puritanism came a surge of sexual and artistic freedom in England. This new libertine ideology brought with it not only the reemergence of the theatre, but and a society that embraced freedom of sexuality and thought in a way that was unprecedented. It is this new libertine society that provided a context for the writings of Aphra Behn. While Behn observed men like rakish Charles II and the effeminate Earl of Rochester enjoying England’s newfound open mindedness, she was forced to navigate, or rather circumnavigate, the limitations that remained in place for women. In a time when actresses were first appearing on stage and Charles II’s mistresses were regarded practically as pop culture icons, women were finally breaking out of the private sphere and being thrust into the public eye.1 While women, and even their sexualities were at last being celebrated outside of the domestic sphere, it was far from on their own terms, and entirely relative to the roles they filled for men. While the society so often characterized by the court of Charles II was on the whole highly performative, women were expected to perform in a much more specific way than their male counterparts. On and off stage women were expected to conform to a limited selection of character types that started with wife and ended with whore, and the spectrum between was narrow if not nonexistent.
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away. Before I left his house I asked him if he had wanted a ride to graduation, due to the fact he was in a car accident four days prior and the only vehicle he had at the moment was his motorcycle. He responded with a polite, "Nah." That's when I knew he wanted to take his bike.