Get up Andy, you know what day it is?” hissed his mother. Andrew Wilkins awoke from his deep slumber moaning like a child and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. As soon as he gently arose from his bed, his mother ripped apart the curtain unleashing a torrent of light which attacked his eyes viciously. He buried his head into his pillow trying to remember what his mum was talking about. “Now come on Andy, You’re going to meet the big man today…don’t make a bad impression like last time” That’s what it was.
When I got to stay over at a friend's house, I finally got the chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly fighting and shouting at each other. That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them.
It was an ordinary Saturday morning and Sarah got up to her two brothers mike and Jacob jumping up and down on her bed to wake her up. While mike and Jacob was jumping on Sarah they were yelling “Sarah get up it’s your birthday mom and dad have a surprise for you down stairs” But all Sarah did was moaned and pulled her covers over her head so then mike and Jacob went down stairs and told there mom and dad that Sarah won’t get up so mom and dad was thinking of a plan to get Sarah. But then mom had a plan and told her husband to come over so she can whisper the plan in his ear and he leaned over and she told him. “so get a glass of cold water and put ice in it then go up to her room and I will pull her covers down then you will dump the glass of water slowly so she will get up and she will want to get the cup but you will run down stairs and sit on the coach then we will tell her the surprise we got her” After mom was done explaining the plan to dad he got up and got the glass and the cold water with ice and they both went upstairs. When they got into Sarah’s room dad said “Wake up Sarah it’s your birthday” But even then she did not get up all she did was moaned and said.
He woke up back in his bedroom, alive and breathing, only to find that his mother was tickling him with her fingers. “Okay, get up. It’s time to go to school,” said his mother. But Daniel felt still like a robin in a barn. He thought to himself, “Was it all just a dream?
Although the mom in this story is upset she will have to clean, it is apparent the son and father are having a blast. This story ends when the dad “then waltzed me off to bed, still clinging to your shirt.”(lines 15-16) The son has his night ended with his dad dancing him to his bed. A true love could be no more evident than this in a family. Many people can think of memories of parents doing complete acts of love like this just to make a child
He runs around the house yelling, jumps on his parents bed, eats junk food, watches movies he isn’t typically allowed to watch, goes through his older brothers room, and uses his father’s shower products. I too, and many other kids, knew the feeling of excitement that Kevin was feeling. Even though at times it was scary being by myself and hearing weird noises, I would take advantage of the exciting thrill of being left home alone. From eating someone else’s candy, stealing my mother’s makeup, and watching a Tv show i wasn’t allowed to watch, being home alone was such a thrill when I was younger. There were no boundaries in my little mind, and I would feel so happily deceitful doing things I typically couldn’t in those days.
Inadequacy fills the teenage mother, and blinds her to the child's needs. "Rot in Hell, kid." she mutters, crawling back into a bed where a father should be but wasn't. The child's unrelenting tears force her from her nighttime reverie, abd drag her back to the nursery. "Shut up, kid!"
I french braided it tightly before going back into my bedroom and crawled on the floor to my bed trying to dig out my beaten up pair of converse. “ Lily… come on, it’s time for school,” I gently shook her awake watching her large coco brown eyes open. “ No… too early…” She whined rolling over and getting herself out of bed, “ Do you have to go to work today Anna?” I nodded a bit sadly, “ Sorry sweet. But, I’ve got to go.” She sighed and went over to the small walk in closet that we had converted into a bedroom for my little six year old brother. It tore at my heart everytime I watched them get ready for school, or when they get ready to go to bed at night that there is no possible way for... ... middle of paper ... ... wasn’t early to work because of it I thought it was worth spending the time with her.
No she cried in the midnight hour she woke up in fear as a man was over her touching her where he shouldn't of have been. The scream scared him and she hid up under the covers scared he was going to come back again. The hardwood floors squeaked as he walked away suddenly he turned around. She begin to cry I'll get you later and if you tell anyone I will kill you. Her sister was asleep beside of her and that night her mother gave them medication to make them sleep.
She awoke to the sounds of the street; crying infants and distant gunshots assaulted her senses as she blinked sleep out of her eyes. Harsh unnatural light shone through the bedroom door, disturbing the sleep of her little brother on the opposite bed. “Why are all the lights on?” She asked herself as she yanked the covers off. Her body shivered from the cold as her feet slapped against the stone floor. She stumbled over to the long cupboard mirror, scrunching her nose in distaste as she grabbed an old wooden brush.