“C’mon, Jake! We’re going to be late!” I yelled at my far behind brother. “As fast as I can, sis.” The thing is, we’re heading on our first trip to Paris! Jake is going to leave for a few months to go back to the army for his shift as a Special Forces candidate. “Flight 54 to Toulouse, France now boarding! Plane doors close in eight minutes!” The loud woman’s voice echoed through the gigantic, busy building. As soon as we made it to the luggage scanner, I grinned with joy. “I can see it now, Jake! Bright lights, amazing food, the big beautiful towers!” He had a concerned and worried look on his face, but just covered it with a grim, stone look plastered across his face. “Are you OK, J? I asked, grabbing his rough, patchy hands. “Huh? No, I’m fine Behlen.” Anguish spread my face as we made our way to the plane doors. Why does he have to lie to me?
As we boarded the large plane, Jake lifted the luggage in the little blue cubby and sat down next to me. I started to munch on some crackers when I fell asleep… I’ve anticipated this moment since I was just twelve years old. Well, I’m ...
Although Jared is a naïve kid the story uses foreshadowing and an unstable environment to lead up to his character realization. Jared’s bad atmosphere suggests he will not be able to live that way forever. The author’s use of foreshadowing leads the reader to believe Jared will leave his parents. Although, Jared is a naïve child, he does finally realize he cannot continue to live in such horrid conditions and his parents will never change. The readers understand that it is his parents’ who have neglected that caused him to return to the plane. If his parents would have had their priorities straight, maybe Jared would not have died.
Kelly had us watching this man for the past month, what time he leaves his house, to what time he gets to his house. We had to know what time he went to bed to what time he was mostly alone in his mansion. His name was Charles Urschel, wealthy tycoon and businessman but to us he was just a way to get money. James Connor and I accompanied Kelly when he plotted to raid the wealthy man’s home and kidnap him for ransom money. It was a very still calm night, light breeze. It was as if I could sense the nervousness on my partners face but for Kelly I saw nothing. Just the cold, hard, terrifying look that was always on Kelly’s face unless he was with his wife. We waited...
-"So our perfect outing was ruined – because of what the stunt, as my father called it, had inspired in everyone except us. 'We knew things were bad,' my father told the friends he immediately sat down to phone when we got home, 'but not like this. You had to be there to see what it looked like. They live a dream, and we live a nightmare" (Roth 281).
The cellphone rings breaking the tranquil morning at an apartment in New York City, half asleep, Robert picks up the phone only to hear, “Honey we are hit”. The line disconnected jolting him out of his sleep. He looked at his phone which displayed that the call was from his wife, tried to call back with no success, ‘What’s it all about’, he tried to sober up, having just returned home from the barracks he was just taking a long deserved rest. Another call broke his chain of thoughts, he picked up the call only to hear his sister sobbing on the other end urging him to watch the television. He switched the TV on just in time to see the clip of the collapse of the world trade center. He stood
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
His grades are increasing because of the extra credit work. Tyler is happy that his grades are increasing. Tyler can join the Beta club and the National Honor Society club. Tyler has always wanted to be a part of something at school. Tyler is grateful for his teachers and friends. Tyler starts on his first project for the National Honor Society club. Tyler’s friends are also in the National Honor Society club. They love the club. It has been very beneficial to their studies and social life at school. Tyler and his friends work on their projects together. After the group finishes their projects, they decide to go to the movies to celebrate. They see the new Harry Potter movie. Tyler is thrilled to celebrate with his friends at the movies. While they are at the movies, Tyler’s parents barge into the theater and join them. Tyler and his friends enjoyed the movie and the snacks. Tyler’s parents did not enjoy watching the new Harry Potter movie, but they are happy that Tyler and his friends enjoyed the movie. Tyler’s friends and family drive home. While Tyler’s parents are driving home, they get into a car wreck. They are killed instantly. Tyler is devastated to hear such news from the police. Tyler goes to the scene of the accident and he sees his parents are dead. Tyler is scared and doesn’t know what is going to happen next. The police check the scene. The police tell Tyler that he will have to go into Foster Care. Tyler is scared to go into Foster Care, but he knows that it is what’s best for him. Tyler rides in the back of the police car to a new foster home. When Tyler gets to the home. The parents introduce themselves and they talk about the accident. Tyler is worried about his school and his friends. The police tell Tyler that he will have to switch schools and make new friends. Tyler hates this idea of changing schools and making new
Tragedy is a part of life regardless of who the individual is. How people cope with these tragedies varies from person to person. One thing we all have in common is the commonly used phrase “Never Forget.” Tragedy tends to define people and the memory of those people and their stories live on. The way people never forget these tragedies is through communication and telling their stories. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer, explores the many ways that different people live with tragedy in their own lives and the way they tell their stories to other people. The book follows three main characters: Oskar Schell who is a funny nine year old boy who lost his father in the 9/11 terrorist attacks; his Grandmother who lost her family in the firebombings in Germany and her son in the 9/11 attacks; and his Grandfather, Thomas Schell, Sr., who lost the woman he loved during her pregnancy. Throughout the story Oskar meets many people who are also coping and as they communicate and connect, Oskar is able to cope with his own loss. Foer touches base on many ways to cope with tragedy but really dives into how the stories live on through other people as the stories spread. This novel really explains the importance of communication to keep memories alive to help the characters cope. No matter how people copes with their tragedies, there is always a story to tell.
It was a freezing winter afternoon. The snow had sprinkled the rooftops, pavements and awnings of the shops. Rene was walking home from school, sneezing, and shivering in his overcoat. He was waddling at a snail’s pace with his long-lazy limbs and felt as confused as a rabbit in a snare. Rene was svelte, sharp-featured and handsome, though his nose was kind of big, you could hang a swing from it. He was fourteen years old and lived in Monkey’s Eyebrow, Kentucky, a town shaped like a monkey’s eyebrow. He was always bubbling with energy and no task was too difficult for him. He had once built a sky scraper with Legos that was so tall that it had to be hinged to let the moon pass by each night. He could overcome any challenge, but today was a different story. Rene had been working on a complex calculus problem full of twists and turns, and every time he thought he was out of the labyrinth, he had bumped into another wall.
...h narrators see more horror than they could imagine was possible. Each day is quite likely to be their last and they are under no illusions what sort of horrific death could be lurking over the top of the next attack.
Published in 2005, Jonathan Foer's fiction novel Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close takes it's readers on an intriguing journey into the life of a boy named Oskar Schell. The novel follows the nine-year old as he travels around all of New York City in search of secrets behind a mysterious key and the connection it has to his father, Thomas Schell, who died in the September 11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. On his journey, Oskar accumulates many friends who aid Oskar’s grief as he aids them with theirs. As Oskar’s story blossoms, so do those of his Grandfather and Grandmother, who co-narrate the story with their grandson. These three narrations come together to introduce and develop a theme of grief. All characters within the novel grieve over something. They grieve of the loss of a father, a son, a sister; they are grieving over a marriage that lacks love; they are grieving for solutions that can never be resolved. Foer uses an assortment of characters to acknowledge a theme of grief that is slowly eliminated by Oskar’s uplifting spirit.
So there I was, thundering (or carefully maneuvering) my way up Route 9. After a quick stop at the local police station to re-orient myself (as I missed a left turn), I pulled into the small parking lot of the small, two-story, stucco-and-shingled building with an enormous satellite dish on it. I double-checked my questions, made sure my recorder was working, and headed in. I sat in the small waiting area as the secretary went to fetch Simon. Palms sweaty, I rubbed them on my jeans to calm myself and let out a little nervous energy.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
Every day John travels into London but today was going to be a very different day he was flying to New York on a business trip to a meeting with all the top doctors in the world. The alarm did not go off and he overslept, he missed his train to the airport and had to get a later flight. As he settled into his seat on the Jumbo, the airhostess offered him a large black coffee. He read the papers and then closed his eyes. This afternoon was going to be the first meeting and he didn’t want to be tired.
It was my brother’s 12th birthday so my family decided to celebrate after school by going bowling. My brother, Nico, kept bragging about how good he was at bowling. I told him that I would beat him, because I’m a lot better at bowling than him. He kept denying it, so when we got there we really wanted to find out who was better at bowling.
I could not believe what I had heard that evening. It never passed through my head that I was going to be listening to such a story. I did not think at all it was going to be as strong as it appeared to be. At beginning of it, the story did not even seem to be a story. I thought I was just going to be an advice for life. At the end of that night I, just as William in, “Flight Patterns” by Sherman Alexie, did not have the most minimum idea of what Fr. Andreas and Fekadu had gone through. I was only paying attention to my own problems. I had shot down others reality and had not even pay attention to other people’s