Anna Carrizozo: A Fictional Narrative

The ride home was much different than the ride to the hospital, Mrs. Girroir reminisced about all the good and the bad times they shared. She told me how he served in the U.S. Army during the Korean War and got several Medals of Honor. She told me the story of how they met in Honduras while he was stationed there. She grinned as she explained how he told her father he would marry her before they even spoke to one another. He was a very confident man, very romantic, yet stubborn and sarcastic. I glanced in the rearview mirror at the girls and saw them smiling listening intently to their mothers stories. The mood was no longer melancholy but lighthearted almost mirthful. We attended the funeral, Janice and I. We had become a part of their family, experienced both sorrow and pain alongside them.

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

The battered barmaid also needs music to insulate her from the perils of her life. She dances to "something black and bouncy" playing on the jukebox, keeps time, smiling, and when she smiles the reader can see both the innocent and joyous little girl she will always be and the woman still struggling for life and dignity, even though these two personalities are hidden underneath the face of a "semi-whore" (412). She is quicksilver when the music plays; there is still life in her that can be coaxed to the surface. She watches the jukebox in the pause between songs, waiting for the music to begin again, to renew her life and energy and hope. Music reveals this woman as she really is, not as she has become, not as her environment has made her. Just as it is for the whistling schoolboy, music for this woman is a small salvation.

Alma spots a doll through the store's window that perfectly matches her appearance. At this point, the music falls silent. As the youthful child observes the doll, the rhythm develops an eerie tune. Alma attempts to open the door, but fails; nevertheless, as she turns away in frustration, the door appears to unlock

It was a quiet Friday night, school had been let out, and she sat in her room enshrouded in darkness. The sun had long since set, and the stars twinkled merrily above. Smiling softly, she reached into her pocket and pulled out an mp3 player and some earbuds. The device was old, and it was a wonder the thing still even worked, but then, she didn't have much.

“Oh, look at that! You woke Amilluxe. I can’t even do that.” I placed the silk case on the marble floor, colored by the sun’s reflection on the large stained glass mural at the back of the structure, opening it up very carefully. In the bed of black wool, lay a white viola, with a white bow to match. I grabbed the neck of the instrument

After reaching the outside edges of this musical arena, the true penetration of excitement occurs. An enormous steel plate decorated with a brilliant brass halo hangs on a slim, silver frame circumscribing the magnificent steel plate. A trapezoid of thin aluminum tiles placed in two meticulous rows across a thick ebony base rests gently, waiting for a majestic and seemingly undiscovered musician to compose amazing melodic tunes of grace and peace on its brittle keys. Sturdy skins of beastly predators stretch taut across their compressed wooden shell identical to a native American replication of a warrior’s cry as he marches his tribe into battle. Trailing in the forgotten distance perches a somber tower of drab coffers stacked with immense

“Were going to be doing a very messy and chaotic project today!” she said that eagerly and walked to the end of the room. She slipped off her fuzzy slippers to reveal mis-matched socks.

Throughout my life there have been few people that have made an impact in my life, but the one that has made the greatest influence in me is my older and only sister, Diana Cienfuegos. Although we often argue, I know I was very fortunate to have someone who guided me through the right path in life. My sister has been my role model as a student, given me strength when I need it, and helped me in whatever she could to make me happy.

“There are plain black chairs with stands, and also grey colored carpet on the ground. There’s over 200 vital white closed lockers in one room! Cases, binders, and books one of each in each of the 200 lockers. Each case has an instrument, mouthpiece, or reed. I can see Trumpets, French horns, Tubas, Trombones, Flutes, Bassoons, Clarinets, and Oboes,” I say quickly.

I called and called, left countless voicemails, attempting to get in contact. To win her back. No response. Eventually, a restraining order was filed. Ha.

The pile of things carried shows her passion and personality. Sheet music tells of her passion for singing. Singing allows her to express through an artistic form. A person can release pent up feelings without explicitly putting them into words. Music can convey a creativity unique to anything else. Her earbuds give her the option to isolate her from reality. Music can take you to a new world away from the mundane in the bag. The sheet music is neatly organized and showcased. The papers are in a see through folder that indicates their importance. This contrasts all the loose papers filling the rest of the bag. The disarray of papers is of a lower priority to the cherished, practiced sheet music. There is an abundance of German paraphernalia

Smith’s Music Shop. As he strolled through the streets, Artie was able to hear the sounds of beautiful instrument as he neared the shop. As he walked around the corner of a shop that sold pretty flowers, he saw the gorgeous music shop. The store looked like a gigantic organ, with hundreds of wind pipes pumping the organ’s beautiful music into the air. The door had two beautiful saxaphone handles and the windows were lined with flutes and clarinets. As Artie walked into the store, he saw that the walls were lined with instruments of ever differing shapes and sound. String instruments, like guitars and violins, hung on one was, and across from it, another wall was covered in bongos and drum sets. But as Artie looked at the far wall across from him, his breath was taken away. For in between the two walls was the grand organ. The organ was lined with pearl white and dark as night keys that stretched across the wall. Gold windpipes, which came out of the top of the organ, blew the beautiful tune of the song that Mrs. Smith played on the gorgeous ivory keys. Mrs. Smith sat upon the small bench that was before the

Anna Howard commenced employment at Marcus Hair Affair at the start of May. She was an apprentice hairdresser. Whilst she is still employed she does not feel comfortable returning to work. Throughout the course of May she received numerous unappropriate sexual comments, gestures, unwarranted physical contact of a sexual nature that made her extremely uncomfortable.

Anna has been doing an exceptional job adjusting to camp life; she’s been having lots of fun and hasn’t had any problems with homesickness so far. She gets along really well with her other two tent mates, Livie Jennings and Gigi Bylinsky. Although, the tent is always full of energy and fun, we’re working on rule following and respect. We have been discussing the importance of some of Aloha Hive’s rules and how they are put in place to make our experience here better. Anna has been very open to change, and the infractions are really very minor. We have also been focusing on the importance of community and trying to break down the cliques that have started to form in the unit, this is a gradual process and Anna is doing a great job of gradually