A Short Story : The Story Of Sally's Story

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

On January 29, 2001 at around four o’clock in the afternoon, a beautiful little girl named Leslie Arreaga was born. It was the first time I was able to hold and see a baby so up close. When I saw her for the first time I didn’t know what to say. All I told my parents was “ I love her and she is perfect.” My parents laugh at me because I was only four years old when she was born. I just couldn’t believe that I was finally an older sister. I remember that every time a person would come in and try to hold her I would give them a look saying “ If you hurt her, I will hurt you.” Leslie was the most precious little baby I had ever seen in my little four year life. She was so chubby, with big brown eyes and a little heart shaped mouth. The day my

I was an only child for six years. I basked in the glory of my parents’ attention. One day my mother interrupted my enthralling game of Polly Pocket’s to inform me that we were going to adopt a baby. I had no idea what that meant, but boasted about it on the playground anyway. For a while after this news, our lives were pretty uneventful; a baby didn’t suddenly appear in our house, and I wasn’t a big sister. This changed suddenly, my mother received a call from an adoption agency that informed her of a soon-to-be mother who thought we were the perfect fit. My parents were elated, yet frantic; they had received the news nine days before the child’s due date and hadn’t begun the required paperwork yet. This late notice was followed by even later nights. I

Go back in time think of what it would be like to live in the 70’s, where everything was disco, and women were looked at from a whole new perspective. Within the town of woodsberry there was a little girl named Emily who was 9 years old, but she always felt like she was all grown up. She was a proper girl who always liked to dress-up and wear her mother’s shoes, although there weren’t many shoes, she made do with what she was given. Her mother, Eleina was a 32 year old housewife and her father, Jonah was a 36 year old factory manager. They lived in a 2 bedroom apartment right by main street; one of the busiest streets in the city.

“Sally” is a short story written in 1953 that talks about automatobile and how they can drive by themselves. The setting takes place in a farm that is kind of a garage for these types of cars. This story has lots of common with stories of driverless cars today. The story in “Sally” has come more and more alive today. All of the stories today are as alike as “Sally” and “Sally” was written in 1953.

One autumn day, in Thomas Jefferson’s estate of Monticello, more than one hundred slave workers were hard at work collecting all of the crops as the harsh, frigid weather of winter approaches. The weather was already freezing, with temperatures expected to get lower.

The teacher at the daycare was “evil” and mistreated the children but Emily had to live through the rough treatment. As Emily grew up, her parents started thinking she was independent enough to be left alone, and this terrified her. “Can’t you go some other time Mommy, like tomorrow?” she would ask. “Will it be just a little while you’ll be gone?”

The next day at school everyone was so mean to sophia. They picked all the candy off of her dress and threw it at her. This really made sophia feel sad. So she snuck out of school and ran away. She ran to the lake that wasn't to far from the school. At the lake all the animals and nature she saw made her feel better. She stayed at the lake almost all day. When school was over she walked back and waited for her mom to pick her up. She decided not to tell anyone about the kids being mean and her running

Little do parents know how much their child knows and understands even at such a young age. A little girl named Olivia from Maine who is only eight years old wrote a short story to help other kids deal with changes in their life by sharing her experiences. The experience that was life changing for her that she shared with everyone was about the time and process from when her parents got a divorce when she was six years old. In this story, she talks about how she had to give up a lot of things and how she hated the fact that she was only able to see her dad a couple days a week. Olivia’s story stood out from the rest because of one specific thing Olivia wrote about, she said that she had to take care of herself. Olivia said, “I learned that

Sally Stratton had just moved from Los Angeles, California to Mexico City, Mexico. She would be attending a public high school in Mexico City. It was going to be her sophomore year and also her first year at Eton High School. Sally and her family had recently moved to Mexico City, Mexico because her dad was offered an incredible job offer as a Managing Director. He knew that he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, so the family packed their bags and headed for the populous city. Sally knew that this would be a huge change in her life. She would be leaving the crowded and dense city of Los Angeles, California. She would be transitioning from the urban city with its beautiful beaches, sunny climate, and the ethnic diversity, to the villages

The temperature had risen to 95 degrees; in addition, to being extremely hot, sweat was now pouring from our beet red faces. We found our way to the oak tree where we sought out the shade and cool breeze it promised. The oak was sturdy and smelled of sweet, raw, earth. Each of us climbed the tree and claimed a branch of our own. It was a few moments later that my mother had approached the tree carrying lunch and bottles of cold water for all of us. As we sat in the tree eating our lunch and guzzling our water we talked amongst ourselves about school, movies and the thing to do in the neighborhood. We learned the neighbors had been the only children in the neighborhood for a long time and that one of their favorite things to do was to swim. The children explained that they had an in ground pool in their backyard. Once, they had let that secret out it was our mission to persuade our mother to allow us to go swimming. We devised a plan in the tree to have the neighbors asked on our behalf. We knew our mother couldn’t say no, if our new friends asked. The neighbors made their way down the tree and to our house while my siblings and I prayed in the

I always wondered what became of little Sally M. we went to elementary school together. She rarely ever talked. She would sit in a corner hugging her legs and rocking, her long blonde hair covering her face. She wore bag clothing everyday. Looking back I’m sure she had a hard family life and problem in school.

You are going to read a story about a woman named Sally. However, some parts of your story are missing.

She was glad to hear I made new friends from school named Riley and Gabriella. The last part of the letter read, “I am feeling much better and Grandfather, Eliza and I will be coming to stay with you.” I leaped for joy so happy and filled with joy to see them again. The next week they showed up on the front porch and I gave them the tightest hug I have ever given. That wasn’t very proper or mature, but boy was I glad to see them! We started crop season and had a pretty good income that summer, mom was feeling better, and Eliza got married! All was good and I was worried in the beginning that I would never see them again, but look where I am now! It’s taking us some time to get used to the farm and this environment instead of the city, but this where grandpa says he grew up. It was pretty funny, the other day I tried to teach mother how to ride a horse. I told her to get on and she swung her leg so hard she just slipped off the other side. I told her we would try tomorrow and she could watch me ride for the night. Here at the farm they have a lot of horses, and they were kind enough to teach me how to ride. I continued to visit Riley and Gabriella which were quickly becoming some of my very best friends. Eventually mother, grandfather, and I moved into our own house that grandfather built on the farm. It was small and only had the necessities but worked perfectly fine for us. Eliza and her new husband, Michael moved into there own little house right next to ours as well. I guess moving to the farm was good after all, it just took some getting used

To this day, I can still remember standing at the end of my driveway watching my mother arrive home from the bus stop. This day was different; she was not coming home empty handed. In fact, she had stopped at a yard sale on the way home and bought a prize for me, a doll named Suzy. This memory, from the age of two, embraces the story of my mother and my entire childhood. In Indianapolis, Indiana in September 1980, I was born to a single mother. Throughout her life, she worked for the phone company in downtown Indianapolis. Even though she raised us through hardships and despair, she always took the time to love my brother and me outwardly. Until second grade, I have no recollection of my father visiting more than three occasions. At last, in fourth grade we began to spend weekends at his house and with his family. Sadly, when I was eleven we learned that my father had cancer. One week before Christmas, after a school music program, I read his obituary in the paper and told my mother he had passed away. From that moment, our family forever changed, specifically my relationship with my mother.