Batesville: A Short Story

It took me three times to get use to riding a bike and after I got it down, we decided to head out down the block to Independence park on the bikes. This was the only park in the city that had a mix of a skate park and traditional park. We would usually hang out in the playground since we did not skate. When we got to front of the park we set our bikes down by a wooden fence that separated the grass area and parking lot. Isabel and Bianca had rushed out to the swings and I did some snooping around the park. I was always curious about my surroundings when I went out since I did not have that luxury to be out or play when I would have wanted to. I loved taking in the scenery, the beauty of the nature, and the flowers. They were my favorite thing about visiting Independence park. I was walking around this fence that surrounded the playground until I had reached the restrooms. I noticed this huge brown paper bag sitting on this phone booth. I was secretly freaking out cause I was curious to what was inside. My mom had always told me not be a traviesa (naughty) and that I should never touch what doesn’t belong to me so I rushed off to Isabel and Bianca to tell them about the bag. I figured I needed some partners in crime for this. When I got to the swings I was very out of breath I was a pretty chubby kid growing up, but that still did not stop me from running, I enjoyed it a lot actually. As gathered myself together and took in a deep breath Isabel yelled, “What is it? Why are you running so fast?” I looked up to her and said, “There is a brown on phone booth just sitting there. It’s so strange no one is here at the park and it is just there. Why?” She gave me a look as if I had said the most uninteresting thing on the planet and continued to say, “Okay? Why does this

Explain how the setting helped to show the author / creator’s idea(s), supporting your points with visual and / or oral language features.

In Schwenksville, Pennsylvania, during the summer of 2016, and event occurred that gifted me with a new perspective. My family had just concluded dinner with my dad’s friend and his wife, and the adults were outside with my mom’s horse, Chip. My dog, Sally, was injured by a blow to the head from his hoof, which threw us into distress over possible outcomes. This event took place because Sally, a foolish boxer, was jumping behind Chip, while my dad’s friend’s wife attempted to mount. Being an optimist, I was counting on Sally’s survival, despite the seriousness of the situation. My misery was obvious, but this story unfolds into more than simple sorrow.

It was my friend Jenna’s twelfth birthday. We were in her big backyard bouncing around on the trampoline. It was hot from the blazing summer sun shining down. Jenna did a butt bomb on the trampoline and her legs flew out from under her as she rose up into the air. Her smile was wide as she came falling back down. Once she landed, Jenna shouted, “Do your coolest trick.” I pushed and bounced off into the air. I pulled my long legs and arms into myself as I went for the flip.

The wind kept howling very loud. The bamboo trees along the embankment were brawling. As we come closer to the house, the sky being dimmer and almost dark. The mockingbird started yelling at us with the word "closer". Everyone started quivering and walked slowly toward the mockingbird. The house started shaking and the bird cage wiggled and it almost fell off. As we stopped at the front yard, we looked at the cage, the cage stop wiggling and the sky became brighter. The bird started cautioning us about the trip that we were headed to. He warned us to not touch anything in the house if we saw it. Then, it opened the cage and flew away. Everyone started

The dark, cloudy night approached covering the town of Kingsville. The young girl, Kyara, coming out of the library after finishing packets of homework, stood outside the parking lot waiting for the arrival of her parents. It was midnight and her parents are taking longer than usual. Kyara looked around to see if anyone seemed to be present and she felt a presence of something to be nonexistent. The presence felt stronger and stronger each minute that passed and Kyara became to feel uncomfortable. The wind blew and made a whistle which made her get chills. All of a sudden she heard a voice far away. She turned to see and became surprised of such sight.

As a little girl in a rocking chair looking up at her Pepere seeing him close his eyes shut, then opening them. Which always made me wonder “Why is he doing that?” he would do it when he would look at us or the looking out beyond the window of life. Out this window it overlooked this small town known as Frenchville which you will see the potato fields, railroad tracks that connect to Canada, Jim’s Variety Corner Store by the entrance to this small town with only one traffic light which is a yellow blinking light. This town is so small enough that everyone knows each other and everyone looks out for one another it is a very tight knit community.

Every stair that I took I looked over a different page in the book. I wanted to make sure I knew every word so I could read the story that night. Once I got to my room, my mom was waiting patiently beside the bed for me. I looked down at the book in my hands, it was old, barely hanging on by the thread binding from years of use. Then I breathed in deeply and mumbled “Can I read the story tonight?” I was afraid she couldn’t hear me, but she did because with a smile she nodded her head. Filled with excitement I climbed into my spot on the bed and quickly opened the book. My mom sat next to me and held one side of the big book while her other arm was around my shoulder. Then I begun to read “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,”. My voice squeaked through each page as I tried my best to read the story just as my mom always did. The smooth paper glided under my tiny finger as I traced each sentence to keep my place. The rhythm of my voice was not fluid but

The annual Christmas party in CarolVille is coming up soon, and everyone is excited for it. Right after the Christmas cake was baked, it went missing. Mr. Murray, the town's mayor, has just found out.

Her best friend was moving away… 1,000 miles away. It was extremely hard for the both of them, as he promised he would call and message her almost everyday. She was sure their friendship would survive…. it didn’t. He never called her or messaged her, not even once. Amanda gave up and was torn apart due to this, but moved on with her life. Though she didn’t have too many friends, Amanda was never shy to admit that her parents were her best friends. She got along incredibly well with both her mom and dad, as they would go on trips with one another or just hang out. She never felt embarrassed of her parents, especially how much they loved each. Amanda’s love of love started with her parents. Their story was like a fairy-tale to her, as Amanda’s father was with his friends before he saw Amanda’s mother walk into the room. He swore that he saw an angel, and Amanda would always grin at the line. Everything seemed fine and great, but Amanda was hidden from a long time. Her mother began to lose her hair, and she would her head with various hats, as Amanda believe from her mother that it was “hat season.” The lying didn’t stop as the various trips to the hospital weren’t as fun as Amanda

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

It was a summer day and I was sitting under the shade in the backyard when I heard the car’s wheels pull up to the driveway. It was my owner “Dad” as Christi would say, when even her fathers name is actually David. I don’t know why she calls him that. I peered through the slits of the picket fence. All I could see was a portion of the car and some of the drive way. Then I saw Christi hop out and she sounded excited. I couldn't see because they left the driveway and I heard them go into the house. I was waiting for them to open the back door as usual. Then I heard the door click and it came open Christi was sitting there with a poodle in her arms. “Clifford this is your new sister.”

The church was packed of men, women, and children waiting eagerly for hot meal. They held trays in their hands, and were all waiting for the line to move forward. I was in charge of handing out the deserts, with both of my sister next to me, we were ready. The line kept moving, and smiles of appreciation, and gratitude were given at the same time as the sweets were. It was slightly amazing to watch the different type of people that walked through the food line. It varied from whole families together, to single parents, to elderly, to couples. There were many people who appreciated the service that the church offered, and many of them smiled and said something along the lines of, “Thank you for your help,” Many of them also went through the lines multiple times so they could have food for later days. After a few hours had passed my feet started to ache but as I looked at the homeless who have to spend long cold nights only to worry where their next hot meal might come from. My pain was nothing compared to theirs. A man shoved beamed, “The dessert! My favorite part…” after looking through all of what we had to offer, he pointed and said, “I’ll take two chocolate chip cookies, and an oatmeal cookie.” I reached my gloved hand into the box, pulled out his request, and placed it on his plate.

“If Michelle's friend can come over then why can't mine?” Aline is very bitter right now. She made Mama bitter too. Mama tells her it's because she can't keep an eye on our friends at the same time. So as the generous sister I am, and to stop this arguing, I told mama my friend could come another time so Aline's friend could come. Mama said ok and got me fried chicken for being so nice. Aline's friend didn't come alone, she brought her younger brother who was my age. Which meant that I had to keep him company. Now why would you do that to me? He followed me up to my room filled with my stuffed animals. And the first thing he does is throw them down the stairs. Piggy, Sheepy, Hippie, and Moose on the Loose. “ALINE!” I cried for her as my friends

Every night, as I sat on the table with my younger brothers assisting them with their homework, I hear a familiar sound at the door. As she walks her heels click, and I can hear her searching her bag for her keys, the next thing I know the keys are in the lock and as it turns me and my younger brothers’ jump. We run to the door and indeed we scream in unison “Mommy’s home”, one by one she gives us a hug and a kiss. My mother asks us how our day was, and if we finished our homework, she then looks to me and said “did you cook and assist your younger ones with their homework”; I replied “yes mom”. As I warm the food, I take my mother’s purse, jacket, and shoes put them away and prepare the table for her to eat dinner. As I glance at the