Analysis Of 6.1.2 FA Narrative Ending

I went to bed as usual that night it was dark and windy outside I fell asleep

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

Silence fell again. The small boy sat next to his mother, crying. I started to breathe normally. We could begin to doze again, to rest, to dream…

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

6.1.2 FA: Narrative Ending I thought they were happy to see me, but when I opened the door to our shack, I saw that everything we owned was neatly packed in cardboard boxes. I was shocked! We were moving? Since when? I walked further into our shack and saw Roberto and Papa carrying boxes to the Carcanchita. I then saw Mama holding her pot walking over to the Carcanchita very carefully trying her best to not step on one of my younger sibling’s toys.

I walked in from school and I saw my mom and dad sitting at the table looking disappointed they told me the news about how we needed to move somewhere I didn't want to go.Why do we even need to go mom,please don't take this away from me please I Said.Mom said “No its for your grandmothers sake”.The short and athletic girl named Lindsay,she liked to play basketball,and she loved her friends at her old school in Calabasas.But one day her mom sat her down and said we are moving.To1`

As the evening fell, the dark blue night rose up across the sky. I laid under the stars in my back yard, as I do every night with my dog Mabel. Mabel was approaching her old ages but she was a great listener. Usually I tell her about my day or fairy tales, tonight I told her about my mom. My mother passed away in a car accident when I was only a baby, she was the most loving person I knew and I miss her everyday, and sometimes it helps to talk about her. As I lay talking curled up next to mabel I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier as the warm summer breeze brushed past my face.

“Bao,” I said, “We’re survivors. To return was our goal.” “Maybe, it was, but now I dream about being in Nam. I dream of returning to my brothers who died there.” “I don’t think let alone dream about Nam,” I said. “I feel like I deserted my buddies who are still there. That’s

The early sombre sky was dominated by charcoal swirls of clouds heavily hovering over the bustling city of Seoul. A muted shade, like an ancient matte photograph, spread across the diaspora with only the occasional colours of the subdued crowd that moved in unison like swarms of sardines. Tick-tock. Everyone

Randy It all started when one morning, when there was something under the carpet. I was the one who fixed the problem, but instead of a pat on the back, the ending turned out otherwise. Me and my seven siblings were all asleep. My mom and dad were downstairs

I stared out the window, squinting as the rays of sun hit everything in their reach, burning into my eyes. I usually enjoyed the soothing warmth that the sun's rays emitted, but today was different. Today, my mom was driving me to high school...Johnson High School, for my first day as a freshmen. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a bruised, grayish-looking cloud, even the sun’s radiant light couldn't reach it. I couldn't help but think how me and that worn out cloud were so similar; dull and lonely. Geez, I definitely was going to be lonely. As we neared the school, I could feel my mom's eyes imprint into me as she stared at me. "Sahar", her voice spelled out concern. I knew she just wanted me to say that I was happy and excited, but she knew

“Ok” I responded. “Do you want me to pick up”. “It’s ok. I’ll be home soon”. I decided to go to bed. It was late and I was exhausted. I climbed the stairs, turned the corner, and walked through the doorway. In the dark, I got ready for bed. I threw my clothes on the floor and fell back on the mattress. ,

I thought they were happy to see me,but when I opened the door to the shack,I saw that everything we owned was neaty packed in cardboard boxes. I froze, the smile I once had was gone, and I felt the tears run down my face. I turned around as I whipped my tears with my sleeves and I ran from my family I couldn't leave now. I could hear my dad saying “A dónde vas” I didn't bother looking back,I felt as if I was in a world filled with nightmares that only come true. Suddenly I could I stopped running I could no longer hear the loud voice of my dad calling my name. I sat down at the nearby bus stop and I noticed a man watching he was sleeping on the ground with a cart full of cans, he was dirty his clothes had dirt and stains and ruffles I wondered

The end of book one comes in the form of chapter seven. Jake was home when Brett and the Count showed up. It was revealed that Brett used the Count’s money as an apology for disturbing the concierge. The two came up and were visiting when Jake asks why Brett stood him up. She denied it and said she was too drunk to remember. She then offered to send away the Count, but Jake refuses only for Brett to ignore him and send the Count away for champagne. This lead to Jake asking why they could not just live together. Brett told him that she is not meant for a simple life and that she would make him unhappy by cheating on him. She admitted that he was her true love, but she was not able to give up sex to be with him. Before the Count arrived