The sun trickled through the thick green leaves. I felt the grass tickling my bare arms and legs. I closed my eyes while I listened to the melodies of the birds. Their beautiful music lulled me close to sleep. A breeze blew across the yard. I breathed in, and the sweet air filled my lungs. It was a particularly nice day. Usually California summers weren’t this cool. “This is nice,” Charlie said with a smile. He was laying right next to me. I sighed in agreement. Charlie had been my neighbor and my best friend for as long as I remembered. We were always together. Both of us lay there for a while, not daring to move and destroy the perfect peace. However, it didn’t last long. Suddenly, I heard a low rumble. I opened my eyes. The sound was …show more content…
Nothing changed. Charlie and I hung out every day, sleeping in my treehouse every night. At first we didn’t see the new boy. He never came out of his house. Then one night, that changed. Charlie and I were in the treehouse, just like the previous nights. It was a windy and a little chillier. I wore a red sweatshirt over an old tee. I had pulled up my brown hair so that it wouldn’t get in my face. Charlie was currently setting up board game. I strained my head to see out the window. There weren’t that many stars out, and the ones that were, were covered by dark clouds. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of movement. It came from across the street. I strained my eyes, trying to make out a dark figure in the night. It was Alex. He had come out a window, and was running along his roof. My pulse quickened. He leaped onto a nearby tree, and climbed down. He ran towards a bush, where a bike was stashed. I turned, grabbing Charlie’s wrist and yanking him towards the door. Playing cards and plastic houses went …show more content…
If we were caug-” “We won’t,” I said, interrupting. Silence. “So,” Aleah said, papering over the awkwardness. She clasped her hands “I guess that’s settled. We will all work together”. We worked every night, sneaking out of our houses. We went over maps, old reports, and anything that could help us. Finally we formulated a plan. We were going to take a day tour to the island. Next we waited until it got dark. After that our aim was to just explore. All of this needed to be done “I’m starting to get a bad feeling about this,” she started one day “I mean, why do you even want to do this?” I explained to her that I didn’t exactly know why I wanted to, and that it just gave me a rush of excitement. And I know that wasn’t a very good reason, but she seemed to accept it. However, that wasn’t the truth. I wanted to go to Alcatraz because of my father. He was one of the guards stationed on Alcatraz, right before it closed. Right before he passed away from heart failure. I felt that somehow, going to Alcatraz would bring me closer to my
The scientists freaked out and started looking for Algernon. They were in a huge building and most of the doors in the room they were in were open. Charlie was the first to find Algernon, and he put Algernon in his pocket and left the building. They went to the airport and flew home, leaving the scientists baffled as to where Algernon was.
He had cut through the screen and was prying the door open when Bill and Glenna Thomas drove up. They took in the ravaged screen door, Charlie’s furious red face, and Jo Ann’s pale frightened one and demanded to know what was going on. So terrified that she could barely speak, Jo Ann mumbled, “Ask Charles.” His version was that she attacked him, and he was only protecting himself. The Thomases didn’t believe him, and Charlie got a whipping. He was adapted to a life of violence and loneliness. He kept to himself and didn’t have any friends. Charlie was an observer; he never got involved or talked to people (twisted minds). He became accustomed to the life of trouble with the law ranging from reform schools and juvenile halls, when he got older he was lacking attention and was in and out of jail constantly and convicted with rape drug use, pimping, stealing, and fraud.
One flicker of the light and the shadow possessed a bloody machete, with a dead body in his grasp. My body dropped in horror of the grimly image. I peeked below to see where the figure was located. Once the light flickered off and on, the shadowy figure had vanished. I tried to understand the
He does not want to live anymore like before and is afraid of losing his daughter forever. In response to Honoria's words that she wants to live with him, "His heart began to beat, he dreamed that it would happen the same." Charlie would be very happy to live with his daughter, Honoria. This means that his daughter for him is one of the most important things in his life. He told his sister that he had changed, "I work, the hell, I lead an exemplary lifestyle with everything." He is ready to end his old way of life for his daughter. He does not attend parties as before and does not meet old friends who love to drink. His words once again prove the seriousness of Charlie's intentions to change his life for the
They decided to head home and wait for him. They stayed at their house weeping for Charlie and praying he would come home
The sun shone down on us as I finally caught up to her. Grabbing her shoulders she yelped, we stopped to catch our breaths. I spun her around so I could embrace fully in my arms. "Gabriela..." I snuggled in her warmth.
The dreary road had suddenly come alive, Flowers bloomed, leaves glowed - spring was in the air. The sweetest of sensations flowed through him, He could hear the buzzing of the bees, He smelled the green of the grass, Felt joy in watching the dancing of the trees.
The sunlight streams onto my face, giving my body a nice warmth. The various wheat and rye dance, forming waves, as a swell of wind transforms the field into an amber sea. A crisp fall breeze cuts through the warmth and rustles the golden leaves of the surrounding woods on the far side of the acre large field.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
The birds began to sing their soft morning songs, thanking the sun for returning another day. Mice scattered out of their grassy burrows and stretched out for their day of running. The predators slept soundly giving their prey a chance to ready themselves for todays hunting session. Another day of hard work was what greeted me. In the shadows
Sometimes the grasshoppers would appear from around a blade of grass as if they were asking for approval to jump on my blanket. Every so often a leaf would jump off its branch to greet me as I sat. It would float through the air as light as feather and land softly on the grass. As the autumn drew near, it was like a rainstorm of brown, yellow and red leaves, all falling to make way for the beautiful spring leaves.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.