Analysis Of The Book ' Of Seven O ' Clock Tonight

“Rudolph! Marcus! It’s time for supper!” Rudolph’s mama yelled outside. Rudolph and Marcus went and sat at the supper table with the family.

hard pews and dusty, old cushions. After several deep breaths, Jane averted her gaze toward

She placed her hand on the table and put her head on her arms closing her eyes.

Amity took a final breath and pushed away from the door, committing to her plan. Assorted papers covered the desk in no discernible order. Briefly, she considered the possibility someone had ransacked the room already. She rummaged through the papers and wondered what she would’ve done if the room had been occupied.

“Get your box.” My box was a Limoges Box, which Pere gave me when I was 5 years of age. I ran to my room and picked up the red box. It felt cool to the touch. As I was just about to leave, my little sister, Agathe, peeked into my room.

It was so close to Christmas I could almost smell the steaming marshmallow filled hot cocoa in the air. After we had been at my aunt's house all day it was finally time to open one present! “ Go pick out your present but remember it can only be from a relative” said my mom. I walked over to the Christmas tree which was in the corner near the rusty yellow cabinet. I admired our Christmas tree decorated in our new shiny ornaments, and our old memory-filled ornaments. I pick the one with reindeer wrapping and huge red bow. “ To Spencer, From The Ayers” it reads. I gently tear the wrapping paper from the square looking box. “ Could you go any slower” said my dad. I rip open the present a little quicker. I finally unravel the grey sparkely tissue

She turned and rushed back again realizing she had forgotten to shut the door. She caught the edge of the giant, heavy oak door and threw it shut wincing as it slammed shut a little harder than intended and the Victorian-era antique stained glass rattled.

She was pressed against the door, a scowl on her delicate face. Hard to believe she was on stage a short while ago. There was a click of the lock and she came to his side without a word.

By the time Sarah got home, the snow had stopped falling. Her grandparents were there and waiting in the doorway. Grandma had made hot cocoa, especially for her, and was holding a big cup of it in her hands.

The footprints scared her. Maybe she wasn’t quite awake. She walked to the linen closet in the hallway to grab a towel.

Once inside, I meander past the piles of gifts, greeting relatives along the way. I enter the kitchen and am immediately hit with the aroma of hoagies, chips, and orange soda – a feast fit for pigs. Dozens of family members surround the kitchen island, and it 's a

“Jeff, Joel, Grant, dinner is ready,” our mother demanded. As Joel and I walk down the halls, past the

When she walked into the cemented room there was a bunk bed in the corner with sheets folded neatly on the bottom bed and a giant lump of sheets scrambled around on the top bed. Great a roommate, Alex thought to herself menacingly. There were no windows two dressers, a

By 9 p.m. Grandma Helen had made her way over to a storage cabinet on the opposite end of her home to retrieve some extra blankets so that Nora and Claire could take to fixing up the sofas for Phillip and Leland, giving them a place to bed down for the night. It

His thoughts were broken by the loud steps approaching the corner. He reacted fast and sat down onto the planks, his drenched back pressed against the wooden home. He rubbed at the back of his neck, collecting the sweat to wipe onto his now glossy forehead. He looked over to the corner to see Mrs. Taylor arriving. A small smile formed on her face when she noticed John was there.