Chica's Impressions Of A Not So Good Chli Pepper Book Report

As stories are exchanged, a man named Douglas describes a story so horrible and terrifying, that he restrains from telling it. After much fuss from the crowd, Douglas agrees to tell the story, but it must first arrive by the post. Douglas explains that the details of the story came from Douglas’s sister’s governess, who he was in love with. After giving brief details of the governess, everyone agrees to return to the house on Thursday to listen to the story. On Thursday, everyone becomes impatient, anticipating the tale to come, until finally, the story arrives. As Douglas introduces the story, he tells of a young woman, who in search of work, seeks out an advertisement for the position of governess, taking care of two children, Miles and Flora, under the care of their uncle. The woman accepted the position of governess, due to seduction from the handsome uncle, but was never allowed to see him again. As the crowd takes in the details of the prologue, Douglas begins the story, in the perspective of the governess. The governess was traveling down a road in a buggy, thinking about her decision, when she arrives at the house. To her surprise, the house was wondrous, thinking to herself, “I remember as a most pleasant impression the broad,... bright flowers and the crunch of my wheels on the gravel and the

One day Twyla’s parents sent her by herself to visit her grandmother who lived on a farm far away. Twyla’s father told her that she would be a big help to her grandmother and she would be meeting new friends. Twyla liked the idea of having someone new to play with. She packed her bag and said her good byes and away she flew.

There is a mysterious connection between grandparent and grandchild, one that transcends all ethnicities, religions, and socio-economic groups. In Jimmy Santiago Baca's poem "Green Chile", he explores this connection via the use of chile peppers as a medium. Baca personifies both green and red peppers to illustrate not only that special bond, but also the historical significance of said vegetable amongst the Mexican-American community.

One night a young girl named Lily Foster is left alone for the night in her very large country house, while her parents drove out of town for a party. This was fine with Lily especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, and her cell phone. Finally, her parents said, ‘’Be safe and don’t go outside.’’ Lily gave them a hug and said, ‘’Of course and have fun!’’ Once her parents drove off in their car, she made herself something to eat and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Okay,” Grandma said quietly. “Sit next to me, and I’ll read you a bedtime story.” Amira crawled up and sat down beside Grandma. There was plenty of room in the cozy old chair. Grandma read a story about a girl and her playful pet cat. Sara sat on the rug and listened. “It’s time for

Another, In her teen years harriet had ran away with her brother came back. she had ran away but this time by

Notes from AN inexperienced chili taster named FRANK, who was visiting from the East coast:

Many of the old people in the village had claimed they had been marked by the witch when they were little while sleeping in their very own homes including Bryan’s Grandma Mrs. Ojeda. The family was enjoying their first chilly night under the stars that were clearly visible unlike how they were back home. It was a perfect time for Bryan and his nephew to ask their grandmother to tell them the story of the witch on the corner of Babylan St. that was just 4 houses away. Bryan finally broke the silence of the night by telling his grandma, “ Grandma can you tell us the story of the witch on the corner of the street?” Bryans Grandma had agreed but told us not to tell their parents she had told them the story. She said,” The rumors began when a family had moved into the house a week before Christmas. Time had passed and the day was Christmas Eve and as traditions went, they would blow fireworks starting at midnight and burn the dummies they had made of hay and fireworks with old clothes they saved all year. The family did not want to do fireworks that night so they stayed inside the house for

On a quiet day, long ago, a young girl sat in the field where her father worked. Bianca’s hair was long, dark, and coarse complementing her caramel skin. She sat, eyes closed, taking in the warm June day. The corn, the air and the soft songs that the workers sang in the fields made Bianca smile. “Bianca! cariño! It is time to go Bianca! Andale! ” yells her father from across the fields. She rises to her feet, brushes the red, clay dust off of her shawl, and begins to walk home. She walks hand in hand with her father as the sunset in Veracruz, Mexico sets. As they approach their humble home, the smell of enchiladas and frijoles wash over them. The savory aroma entrances Bianca and her father and as if it were planned a faint “Mmmmmmmm” slips between both of their lips under their breath.

During the first part of the book Charlotte tends to be uncomfortable around Zachariah because of his appearance. He seems like a criminal because he is old and wears rags. Zachariah is old with a white beard, he is missing teeth, and he is African. He is caring and very nice with Charlotte. Zachariah’s main action was taking the sacrifice of getting wiped and dying for the crew. Charlotte learned that although Zachariah seemed like a criminal he was the only one to be trusted. Charlotte changes because now she understands why Zachariah was trying to protect her and how his appearance did not matter. She learned that although he seemed like a criminal, he was the wisest and the most caring on the

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

"It certainly ha-" Max was interrupted by his sister entering the warm and loving house. She had a bruise on her cheek she tried to cover up. She feigned a smile and unconvincingly tried to start natural conversation.

Jackie Sartor’s dream was to go to college and make something of herself, even though all the other women in her family were homemakers, Jackie and her sisters never felt obligated to become homemakers due to her parents support. Jackie Sartor grew up in a small farming town called Valley Mills right outside of Waco with her Mother, Father, three sisters, and brother. After spending the day outside she would walk back up the long drive way and through the garage door, and the smell of spaghetti sauce would swarmed her nose as the sound of water sizzled against the steaming pot of bubbling water. Jackie lip curled up in disgust and she swallowed trying to push away the nauseous feeling away, “this was the third time this week!”. Then she’d walked

Seven days earlier than that day, where everything happened was just an average day. Skylers mom had asked Skyler to take Paisley to her girl scouts meeting a their neighborhood park. As Skyler and paisley walk up to the girl scout tent where the green sashed girls stand every wednesday afternoon it was different this time though as they walked up the girls were slowly disappearing into thin air, so Skyler tells Paisley to run back to the car and stay there until I check out where they just were. As skyler walks closer he sees the tent but underneath are no girls, but a huddled up penguin. “Who are you?”, Skyler asked. The penguin just stood up and his eyes lit up with excitement. Skyler immediately knew that they were meant to be together. “I have to name you…. What about waddles?”

At age seven Gwen was a well known orphan in the secluded town off the coast, she was shy, well behaved and had some of the best manners in the orphanage. Her dishwater blond hair reached to her middle and was always in a milkmaid braid. She worked as an apprentice at the local apothecary since she was five and had enjoyed the company of the store owner, Alma. Skipping on the different colored tiles of the dusty shop floor, Gwen brought in the herbs from the garden out back and set the on the counter. “Danke Kind des Himmels” Alma beamed. Gwen sorted out rosemary from the basil and St. John's Wort. She took the rosemary, walking over to where the mortar and pestle and took it down from the shelf. Grinding the rosemary into a paste Gwen scraped