One Sunday, she was caught shoplifting at a local store; Brianne believed she would never see light again and went straight for the bathroom and consumed as many painkillers, Tylenol and Advil, she could find – a total of 74 pills, she just wanted to die. Linda Camilleri, Brianne’s mother, few hours later found Brianne vomiting all over the floor. Brianne was rushed to the hospital, where she had convinced a psychiatrist (even herself) that it had been a one-time impulse. The psychiatrist urged her parents to keep the episode a secret to avoid any stigma. Brianne’s father, Alan Camilleri, shudders when he remembers that advice.
Dawn had always been fascinated by the bees. Sweltering in the cotton taffeta of her dress, she often watched them from the still of the living room window as they swarmed in gathered clusters around her mother’s daisies, the blaze of the Southern sun brightening the pale of her skin to an angry red hue. She stood, gazing, for the majority of the early day as her family navigated through their basic daily activities, her small diamond eyes wide and receptive to the world bustling outside the sheeted glass. It was a Thursday her grandmother pulled the Torino GT into the driveway, her hand lazily draped out the window, clinking at the steel with pastel nails. Despite the age gap, her grandmother always seemed to mirror a near perfect representation of Dawn’s own mother, outfitted in clothes seemingly plucked straight from the contents of her daughter’s closet.
Darkness Falls in Stantana - Original Writing In a village called Santana lived a young woman called Mary archer. Everyone hated her because she use to go to little children and offer them into her house, and she feeds them with poisonous food because when Mary was a little girl her mum was preparing dinner but she accidentally added washing up liquid with her knowing. When she put dinner on the table Marry came home from school with her father. While Mary was upstairs in the toilet, Mary's mum and dad helped their selves to the sweet and tasty paste. When Mary came downstairs she saw her mom and dad lying down on the ground perfectly still.
Ellie thought it was a joke and said Ella come on stop playing; Ella said I'm not and closed the door on her face. Ella was sad so she ran up to her room. While Ella was up in her room Ella's real sister walked in the house with a piece of paper their Step mother said what do you have in your hands? Ella's sister said nothing and her stepmother grabbed the invitation that I sent to Ella inviting her to my ball. After Ella's step mother read the invitation she called oh Ella go pick up some flowers for your sisters and my bouquet of flowers.
With no breeze to carry the weight of a prayer their cries fall, shattered, parched and trampled underfoot. If the rain did show up the locals danced naked in the downpour, a cause for celebration and song. Rain, Anne mused, as she rearranged her baguettes, was misunderstood and unappreciated just like her. Anne only ever felt sad when it rained and nothing good ever happened on rainy days. Meanwhile, Mothers evicted children from cosy car seats into the deluge, while they themselves sat and watched their offspring from behind frantic wipers.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie is positively affected by Nanny’s death, Janie's late grandmother; and Joe and Tea Cake, Janie's late husbands, because as the road goes on, Janie learns something new that makes her stronger with each task she faces, and each death she comes across. The narrator says, "She hated her grandmother and had hidden it from herself all these years under a cloak of pity. She had been getting ready for her great journey to the horizons in search of people; it was important to all the world that she should find them and they find her" (89). This shows that Nanny does not care if Janie finds love or not, because Nanny just wants Janie to have someone to look after her when she dies. When Nanny dies, Janie sees that Nanny is not there to watch her carefully, so Janie does what she dreams of her whole life, to find love.
As my mom and I entered the building the first thing I smelled was a strong scent of urine, mixed with food, and cleansers. Sitting in the waiting room at six years old all alone, there was an old lady walking towards me calling me as if she knew me. She had bags under her black, watery eyes, wrinkly skin, and long, gray hair. I didn’t know what to do and I started crying thinking she was going to take me, and I would never see my family ever again. The nursing home was the worst place to be as a six year old.
My little sister, she was only ten walked in and saw the blood, she screamed and my mum ran upstairs, she came in and saw, she told me sister to go and get th... ... middle of paper ... ...ink I needed it, I felt better. I had locked everything away. I went to counselling and this lady talked to me, it was only me and her in the room, I told her how I had locked it all up and I didn't need her help but she insisted, she made me unlock everything, I did, I went back after that. You can imagine, I had got rid of the pain but now she made it return, I didn't want to go again. I went home and my mum said I had to stick with this or I wouldn't recover, I couldn't believe she would put me through this.
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd is the story of a fourteen-year-old girl named Lily, who runs away from her abusive father with her housekeeper to the town that her late mother had once been to. There, she meets August and the Boatwright sisters, who live in a bright pink house and own a bee farm. These women teach her all about life through bees and the black Mary statue that is kept in their house. Lily comes from a rough situation, surrounded by negativity, but the sisters take her in and teach her what family and love is. Although living in a world where, for her, love is scarce, Lily is able to learn from the all negatives in her life, which then turn into positives, and Lily is a better person because of what she learned.
Miranda is never at the office, and when she is her employees are near to having a heart attack. No one who works for her likes her, but they still starve themselves and spend all their money on designer clothing so that Miranda will like them. People are constantly telling Andy, “You’re a lucky girl, Andrea. Miranda’s an amazing woman, and a million girls would die for your job” (Weisberger 101). She hears this so much that it actually starts to become comical.