The Peter’s Park bench was made of very sad, decaying wood; the kind you’d imagine was once painted a rich shade of mahogany before it had begun collecting termites, bird’s droppings, clumps of bubble gum and unoriginal graffiti. To the untrained eye, it appeared to be a crooked, splintery seat you’d dare not place your bottom on in fear of it collapsing beneath you, or of spiking yourself with old, rusty nails, or even in the best interest of your hygiene. Of course I was just as ignorant as the rest, in absolute disbelief that the ancient, weathered hunk of rotting timber could ever be anything more than just that. It was April 1st 2002, a pretty boring day in world history, if you ask me. I remember quite clearly that it was a Monday, too. A terribly horrible, horrible Monday spent in Ames Public High, studying arithmetic and counting down the minutes until the bell would finally sound and I would be free to leave. I know that as soon as the bell had gone I dashed down the main corridor, the first ever iPod gripped in my sweaty palms and my rucksack flapping away on my back as I made my way to the park. Joey had said he would meet me at the Peter’s Park bench with his father’s car at 4pm, and then we would drive to Suzanne’s house. I still wasn’t sure what he planned on doing once we arrived, but my stomach was already knotted in anticipation of riding in a car without an adult, let alone getting somewhere in it! Let alone getting to Suzanne’s. I waited for Joey for a full hour, standing next to the awful bench as I jiggled my legs and fiddled with my Nokia. Where was he? He was running very late, and soon it would be dark. At exactly 5pm I plopped onto the bench in a huff, swinging my bag up onto the seat next to me. I can’t ... ... middle of paper ... ...Yeah mate.” I breathed, unable to properly digest what had just happened. Did I even really know what had just happened? “I’ll be there in 5, tops. You’re there, right? I said be there at 4. You better not be late!” I glanced at my watch; it was ten to. “Joey, is it April the 1st?” I asked him. “Too right mate. I’ll see you soon.” We never did end up driving to Suzanne’s. We got as far as the servo before we were pulled over, and Sarge had to take us home. Joey was grounded, so the next morning I went back to the park, to have another look at the bench. I rode my bike this time, determined to get there as quickly as possible. The only problem is, there was no there. The bench had vanished, just like the newspaper and the world I had discovered the night before. It is now April 1st, 2022, and still nobody knows what happened to the Peter’s Park bench. Nobody but me.
The book which I chose to share called Peter’s Chair written by Ezra Jack Keats. In the story, there is a boy named Peter whose parents just have a new born baby. Peter notices many things have changed around his house. His parents paint his old cradle, high chair and crib in pink and give them to his baby sister. Peter knows he needs to do something to prevent giving away of his favorite chair. Therefore, Peter decides to run always with all his favorite things and his dog, Willie. While Peter is being outsides, he sits on his chair and realizes that he is too big to the chair. He goes back home and tells his father that he would like to paint the chair in pink and give it to his little sister.
“I didn’t see—anybody. There wasn’t nothing, but a bunch of steers—and the barbed wire fence.” (94) His desperation and loneliness overpowering all, Adams takes up his initial idea of running down the hitchhiker, but his momentary traveling companion does not see the victim, claiming he was never there. Now in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the hitchhiker doesn’t wait for Adams to make a stop before appearing; his form and face flit by every other mile. (96) Learning of his mother’s prostration and the death of Ronald Adams, the protagonist leaves the audience with his last thought: Somewhere among them, he is waiting for me. Somewhere I shall know who he is, and who . . . I . . . am . . .” (97) Alone, without the willpower to fight for survival, the main character fades into a mist of doubt and helplessness.
found in a deerstand at 5 a.m.. The idea of sitting on a wooden platform for
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
I got dressed as fast as I could so I could make it to Strawberry with my papa. At this time of year in Mississippi weather was always chilly. So I made sure to put on my warm jacket. But in the 1930s no clothes was really warm, we couldn't afford the good jacket that I wanted but at least I wasn't like Cassie who wore ugly clothes. I suddenly thought of Jeremy and I had to make sure he was getting ready. I yelled at the top of my lungs, “JEREMY ARE YOU READY YET? WE HAVE TO GO TO STRAWBERRY TODAY!”
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
The second time I knew about the plums was at Mrs. Slump’s house when she was making plum butter. She said she couldn’t ask us in because the floor was dirty from stirring jam. The Slump’s didn’t use chairs. They had boxes to sit on, and the children sat on the floor with the dogs.
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
In the text, it states “I’m downstairs in the rec room playing zombie attack. No sound. I don’t want mom to know, although I’m pretty sure she guesses.” (p.1) I am sure every kid has had the experience of playing a banned game or engaging in an activity that they know they will get in trouble for. This is even further complicated for Cameron because his mother wants the volume low so people outside can not hear the game. The author paired a shared childhood experience with a scary situation very well. My next connection is a text to text connection about Cameron’s new home. Cameron says “something’s missing. A dishwasher. Seriously. Where’s the dishwasher?”. (p.13) This reminds me of the movie Inside Out when the main character’s family moves to a new home and the main character does not like it. The main character Riley did not like her house because it was empty. Both characters found reasons to be upset with their house that can be easily fixed. My next text to text connection was when the author described the cafeteria such as the announcements from the guidance counsellors, the smell of cafeteria food, and people yelling and talking. In the text it said “ I get on the bus and I take my place near the back, Cody’s gang barking me down the aisle”. (p. 40) This was similar to the description of the character’s experience in Fourth Grade Rats by Jerry Spinelli. This is also similar to my own personal experience of getting onto a school bus full of over-excited classmates. This is probably a somewhat universal student
I must have fallen asleep because one minute I’m writing, then the next thing I know I’m being shaken awake by the bus driver Grant. He told me that it was eight o’clock and that this was my stop. I got off the bus and realized that I have no way of getting to Hollis’s house. Luckily Aurora,being the perfect little town it is, there was a man renting out bikes. There was even a basket on the front for me to put my backpack in. I got directions from the same guy, and it turns out Hollis lives only five blocks away.
Adam Walsh had been kidnapped and hideously murdered, and soon pictures of missing children would appear on our milk cartons. As a ten year old, the fear of becoming a ‘milk carton kid’ briefly trumped my other fear of nuclear holocaust. My relationship with my stepbrother, Ryan, changed as we were now required to use the buddy system to leave the confines of home or yard. Serious negotiation and cooperation was now required for a trip to the park or the Circle K to buy candy. A sister would do in extreme circumstance.
We were walking on the outskirts of summer lake, summer lake is a very friendly open area place. Sydney and I, the only one not wearing shoes, because shoes are for the weak. It was two in the morning and we were all wide awake so why not walk? “ My feet are killing me, we have been walking forever,” Ashley complained. “ Ash, you’re always complaining shut up already.” Kylie scoffed back at her. “ Both of you shut up were lost, anyone got phone service?” Alia said sounding very tired. “ Nope,” Ash, Syd, & Ky replied in unison. “ You're all lucky I do,” I sighed.Just as I said that the streets started to sound louder. Screeching noise of worn of tires against the road. Hearing all this we all became very aware of our surroundings. The maroon color was so dark you could barely see the car slowly
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.
One Saturday night, Kasi, Beth, Beka, Amy, and I had nothing to do. Like always, at times like this, we decided we would ride around town. We let the top down on Kasi’s vehicle. It was a red Jeep Wrangler, with red interior and big mud tires. We climbed in the Jeep one by one until we were all inside. Amy, Beka, and Beth all sat in the back after a fight about who had said “shotgun” first. The back was the most uncomfortable. The Jeep was only built for two backseat passengers, so with three back there, it was a tough ride. Kasi and I slid into the front seats. We strapped on our seatbelts, trying to convince the three of them in the back to do so. Our friends did not want to bother strapping in because they were too crowded, and there were only two seatbelts anyway. I was sixteen at the time, and they were all seventeen. We were the perfect picture of youth, five young girls packed into a Jeep with shorts, sweatshirts, and ball caps on.
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a