Better Than A Birthday Bash

Stomping my feet on the ground to keep my blood flowing, I folded my arms to fight the air stinging my face. I just wanted this day, like any other day, to be over with as quick as possible. The hood of my jacket covered my eyes, and when I looked up, it came to my surprise that five kids had circled around me, with huge grins on their faces, bearing their teeth at me like a pack of wolves to a helpless rabbit. I wanted to disappear and be someone else, anyone else. I wanted to be that fat kid on the bench eating potato chips without a care in the world, or to be in the shoes of that one girl in the corner reading some book for homework, but not here, not in these old worn out sneakers.

“Birthday Party” by Katherine Brush uses literary devices such as tone, point of view, diction, and sensory details to achieve her purpose.

Edna Pontellier is a character that people view in different ways. Some see her as a sad woman who swam too far out and drowns. Others see her drowning as a suicide, that had to occur due to Edna’s defiance of societal expectations. Edna is a complex character who goes through an awakening and starts to reevaluate herself as a person and her standing in society. Edna realizes that she does not want to go through life apathetically or play the part of the perfect wife and mother.

“Yes, I want to go. Now can I go, or do I have to stay to hear you two argue more?”

My 2nd birthday. There are silly blues clues decorations everywhere. There are polka dot balloons, sweet yummy cake, and big shiny presents. There is a camera pointed at my face. The faint sound of muffled talking goes through my head. I hear the sweet words of “Happy Birthday” several times. As I open my gifts, I hear the rustling of the slick wrapping paper. My nose picks up the scent of the smoke from the birthday candles.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You can come along. On ONE condition. You don't speak."

“Come one Bones, we’ve pretty much known each other for months and if you really don’t want to go we could make up some excuse” Jim said quietly, looking down.

A devious roar of laughter filled the room. “Oh, hell no. I’ll take care of this later. The night is young and we’re just getting started.”

In the revised essay, the overall intent of the Katherine Brush was changed from “conveying the theme of selfishness” to a more concise “showcasing the detrimental effects of unhealthy relationships”. This change helped make the essay more solid as the text supports this new idea better and

I consult my second diary (the first one got lost) and carefully fold back the pages. Amongst the enthuse rants on crushes and what they did that day, I find a little girl in awe of the world around her. October 10 entry reads: The leaves are changing colors and Dad says they are dying. I like this because it’s like their final show for us before they leave the world for something else. And May 25: If I were a flower, I want to be one a man gives to his lover. I start to worry that I would’ve disappointed myself in the past. The pile of cynicism I’ve gained over the years agrees with this notion. I decide to give this venture a little break and go back to world of adulthood. Tomorrow, I have a six-hour shift and more hours of neglected homework to

“Please. You can’t even get a day vacation with your family just…go where you’re needed. We’re fine right. Otherwise, you wouldn’t leave us so much. Just, go!” she snapped.

I turned off the shower and wrapped a big blue towel around myself to dry off. My hair looked dark and stringy in the big mirror over the sink. My hair was back from washing it because I did not brush it yet. I wiped the fogged mirror with my hand. I stared into my own blue eyes, which in my head I think are my best asset. I was never pretty to guys, I was always too short, too curvy, and when tan skin was a thing I had pale skin. I would never forget how it felt to lose my first love to my ex best friend. But that is okay because I was at this college and I made new friends and I even found a boyfriend.

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

As a child with an unusual look, my parent felt disappointed about my look so they dyed my hair black, and put on me baby clothes in order to look younger. Finally, I got a proper name - Benjamin Button. I prefer reading Encyclopedia and smoking cigarettes which I did instead of playing all the rattle and toys. But to satisfy my parent’s wants I pretended to enjoy those given toys. My parents took me to kindergarten at the age of 5, where everything seemed boring for me so I got removed from the school. I could not believe that I got younger without stoop and wrinkles on my skin when I was 12. I was so happy to put on long trouser after my father’s

Saturday and Sunday went by fast. Vowing that God had cut off at least twelve hours off my weekend, Monday morning arrived. I had to be at the coliseum at nine a.m. I woke up at eight thirty on the dot. With no essential worries and not a care in the world what I looked like, I merely jumped out of bed and put my graduation dress, cap, and gown on. In six minutes flat I was ready to go. I made it out my room and past the mirror wall right before I was about to leave. Looking at myself I knew I looked unacceptable, but my mind could not lead me to care. Right before I could make it out the door my mom vented her words of refutation. “Where do you think you are going? You did not bother to brush your hair, wash your face nor take a shower.” Thinking quickly, I managed to use time as my excuse and scampered out the door to avoid any more questions.