A Small Town About Twenty Miles Out Of San Francisco

Deej Logan was just like any normal high school girl. She woke up on her first day of school and combed her hair, picked out the “perfect” outfit and headed out the door. What she didn’t know is that after that day nothing would be the same. Nothing that day seemed to be going right. At school drama was swarming all around her, not exactly what she hoped the first day would be like. By the time the last bell of the day rang she was more than happy to get out of that school. She drove home as quickly as she could but as soon as she got home she realized that she had forgotten to pick up her sisters. “Great.” She thought sarcastically as she sat back down in her car and drove off. Just then she pulled out her phone to message one of her friends about her awful day. That one decision changed everything. Before she had a chance to send the message Deej veered off into oncoming traffic and was killed on impact.

There had been enough time for something to change but almost everything was the exact same. Again Rye found herself travelling on a bus to go search for something, now knowing her brother is in fact dead she wasn 't exactly sure if what she was searching for was real. The only difference was that she now had the weight of two pre-teens. She felt it best for them to be as cautious as she had been while travelling around a decade ago. Each child had their own piece to communicate what their name was without using their words, it’s safer. Sitting on these benches Rye looked at them, the girl was the spitting image of her dead mother long curly dirty blond hair, a button nose, freckles, green eyes, and the perfect height for her age. Her was brother only slightly taller, with a darker skinned tone, and features almost exactly the opposite of his sister. The only feature similar was their hair texture. Rye would never admit this to anyone but there were times like the present that she regrets the events leading up to this very moment. The deja vu of running away except this time with hope.

Connie, a stereotypical fifteen year old girl, views her life and her family with dissatisfaction. Jealous around her twenty-four year old sister, June, despite June’s outward plainness, and tense around her irksome mother, Connie escapes to the mall with her friends. She and her clique of friends

ocated between San Francisco and just south of Sacramento is the delta region. The Sacramento/ Bay Area delta area was once vast marshland where 5 regional rivers converged with the Pacific Ocean. Since the discovery of gold over 160 years ago, the area has been excavated and reshaped into a maze of interconnecting levees and waterways. With over 700,000 acers of land and water, the region is an estuary that has become a habitat for over 750 plant and animal species such as migratory birds and an abundant population of fish (Austin, 2015). Most importantly, the delta region provides fertile farmland and drinking water for two-thirds of California’s population.

“No!” It was my mom’s voice, I ran into the office and saw a gun on the floor, part of the wood chipped out as my dad stormed away. My mom was sobbing, visibly terrified. My mom followed my dad, while Missy took me upstairs with the baby and the pets. She locked the door behind her, and we saw my dad storming away from the garage in his car. After we knew he had pulled away, She led me back downstairs where my mom was waiting for the police. After around three minutes, a police officer arrived. It was after then that my mom made sure my dad couldn’t pick me up from school anymore.

The hour and a half was up. My mom and brother were going to the front doors, when she got a call from my dad.

Hannah, a freshman in college, has had a life of asthma, major depression, and epilepsy. While on theatrical stage in her first college debut, Hannah collapses on stage in a seizure. After running tests on Hannah in the hospital, the doctor suggests that her lifelong health issues could possibly be because she is a survivor of abortion. This is the first time Hannah not only learns she’s an abortion survivor, but adopted too. In anguish and searching for answers, Hannah journeys with her friends to Mobile, Alabama in search of her birthmother. When Hannah first reconnects with her birthmother, Cindy, tracking her down at her work office, Cindy rejects her yet as again as she did at her failed abortion. Hannah finds herself asking God what to do in her situation.

This short novel have taught me something important. This mere world of fictional characters, places, and actions have shown me that i've got a wonderful sister (don’t tell her I said that), and two outstanding parents. And that's all you need. Those connections, shared memories, and strong bonds is enough to keep a family together. Not a fancy car, a private island, or an unlimited bank accountant. So I say thank you Cadence, thank you Mirren, Johnny and Gat. Thank you for teaching me a lesson, for showing me that fiction is oh so close to

I jumped out of my bed like a missile and looked out the window so fast that I almost hit my head in the window. I watched all the cars that was passing by. My uncle came to my room and asked me “what is happing here?” he looked at my calendar it was Saturday the day that my dad comes back. “Jonny, I have to talk to you” I looked at him and walked on my bed towers him. He sat on my bed and explained to me that my dad had lied to me that he’ll come back because that sound that I heard at night was your dad fighting with your mom for me, she herds that my dad was mad at me just for a slice of bread so my parents divorced. I looked at my uncle’s eyes, my heart almost stopped, tears slide down my face. I was in my room crying for my dad to come back for 2 hours. Nothing was the same without my dad. When I came back home from school, I cried “I’m here dad … oh” I was alone with my uncle. All the paintings that me and dad were on my wall, I used my step stole to take down the pictures and put it in a shoebox. I could not believe that he abandon me…by a

Rachelle was unaware of nearly everything about Morgan. How Morgan got custody, her real mother’s status, her sister, Morgans intentions for her, she was left in the dark about it all. Everything was fabricated by Morgan, or conveniently glossed over. Rachelle’s ability to save herself was dependent on finding out who really loved her.

The DePerry’s are a family of three that lives in California, California. Danielle, 40 is the mother; Maison, 41, is the other mother; Savannah, 14, is the daughter. Danielle DePerry works as an E.M.T at the Thunder Valley Casino and Maison is a Plastic Surgeon at The Medicus Firm. Danielle and Maison are doing jobs at which they are both qualified, and have chosen their places of enjoyment because they both have interests in their jobs. Savannah is a freshman at Dougherty Valley High School.

Sweet smiles of three thirteen year old boys fill the gym as they sit in the bleachers, intrigued by a Harlan basketball game. Their mother sits next to them, cheering for their team with her other two children. The enthusing boys, Matt, Mark, and Matt, along with Grace and Joel, are enjoying the attraction, yet they're protected and cared for by their mother, Angie Kenkel. She is a role model; a hero. The dedication and the endeavor in a mother’s life to raise and care for a family shows the true love for her children.

All his life Grant Daniels was a normal, everyday person. He grew up as an only child on Levine Rd. with his mother and father. He was an averagely smart student in school. Grant went through all the phases, skater, goth, and athlete, just like everyone else in his class. He would sneak out and go to parties then get caught and grounded. Like all his friends he graduated and went to the college that was closest to home. There he met the girl of his dreams, Julie, they both finished college together, got married and moved into a house 3 blocks away from his family home. A few years later he was living in an apartment, divorced and alone. He didn’t mind it at all, Grant had a wonderful job teaching english to 5th graders and he had his dog, Charlie. Nothing was unordinary in his life. Nothing was unordinary about the small, friendly town. Everything in his life was normal, until he opened his eyes.

That night had changed everything as I had known it. My mom ended up letting us all move into her house permanently. This made things extremely awkward between my family. I didn’t know what this would mean for us now. My mom was still set on getting a divorce soon, but my dad had wanted her back. My dad became upset all the time because my mom began talking to a new guy that she had developed feelings for, and since we were all under one roof, this made everything uncomfortable. I found myself in my room most nights, trying to stay away from all the drama and turn of events. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I didn’t feel like I had a true home. It took me forever to get even remotely comfortable in this new house because I

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.