Chrysalids 'Writing Task Good Coy'

You might not know my name or who I am, but that is not important, my story is important. I had a twin brother named Neels. He died in a car crash along with my mother when I was only five years old. After my brothers and mother 's death, my father thought it would be geniality for us to move to a beach house, to get distances from the memories. I still remember the house like it was just yesterday, baby blue with special memories of my father and I.

“‘She was competent, decisive, self-reliant; perhaps she intimidated them, for before long they drifted their attentions elsewhere’” (93).

My father died when I was a baby, but Mom told me so many stories about him that I feel I knew him well. For example, one anecdote was about how he cried with joy when I was born.

During the funeral I realized that the reason why I wasnt there was because if I did go to it I would cry and show my weakness. I am walking through the garden and I heard footsteps, So I hid in a bush and couldn’t make out who they were because it is dark. I grab my sword from its sheath and attack the intruder, It is Roden. He attacked me and cut my stomach, but I fought back. As soon as he had me pinned down he said that I have one week to surrender to the pirates or they would attack Cathia. Roden left once he heard my soldiers running to help me. After the funeral, I went to talk to Mot, he was with King Vargan the King of Avenia. They helped me get bandaged and Mot said something about a steward taking my role as king until I was older,

Perhaps it was that battle that led you to where you were now. As King Thranduil’s personal guard, Valar-bent on not letting him fall to the same fates as his father, you witnessed his entire life as King. You watched him rule, falter, and marry. It was you who stood in the way as an elf attempted to usurp his throne, when the young King (Both

I was in the cage waiting for my death to come,waiting for the emperor Vespasian to watch me fight to the death. Oh, Sorry I will start from the beginning. I was living in my empire I was in the Syrian military and I was in battle with the Romans.We fought for hours until we were defeated. I was thrown into a cage and transported to the Roman Colosseum, where I would fight to the death. I was in training for days until the battle begun. They gave me a small sword and armor that covered half of my body. There were thousands of people cheering as soon as I came out my cell, and I can see the emperor box with the emperor Vespasian sitting on his throne waiting for me to fight the war general.

I woke up trembling at the thought of what had happened. Even the thought of my parents hurt. I still couldn't believe they gave their lives away to save mine. I had done nothing to earn that.

I do not have many memories from before my parents divorced. It happened when I was in the first or second grade. Most people would try to erase all of their memories about it but I had one that stuck with me through all that. That memory was Harley.

Your father trained me to complete the expedition without consequences, but I messed up and King Blake ended up killing both my family and your father.”

My parents moved in here before I was born, this house was all I ever knew, and yet it felt like I knew nothing about it. I had always known that it was there, it was always in the back of my mind. My parents said it was there when they bought the place, they said it gave the house “character”, that it didn't open anyways. It was this detail that made me so curious about it.

I feel that most of my memories I had were positive outcomes. For example, my baton experience led to overcoming my fear which encountered me to do incredible acrobats. My bike experience led me to never give up. Never giving up taught me that in life, you can do incredible things when you put your mind to it. When you put your mind to things, your mindset is positive and makes you succeed in life. The first day of school led me to know what I want in life for my future every year I went to school. Now, I am in college getting closer every year to my degree in psychology. However, with my mom, that memory will always last a lifetime. I felt a little in danger when my mom would drink growing up; I do admit, I was afraid more of her dying but

When I was little the earliest memories I had was in the Lori Allen Dance Company. When I was three my mom put me in dance class to not only strengthen my muscles, but to get me to be more social. Even though I was still very young, my mom was very scared that I would grow up and never open up to anyone else, but her. The first day of dance class I remember like it was yesterday. I walked in and a bunch of little girls were putting on their ballet shoes. My mom walked me in and sat down on the floor. She knew that if she were to leave me there in that room I would run out screaming and crying. For the first couple of dance practices I wouldn't take my eyes off my mom. I wanted to make sure that she didnt abandoned me. After about ten practices

Sometimes memories are the best part of someone when they have moved on from this world, but sometimes those memories can haunt us, especially if the one who past didn’t live long enough to make those special memories. It happens to so many people when it really shouldn’t and I’m no different.

Suddenly someone screamed get down! I had run away from the battlefield not knowing what was in store. I had been a knight for more than 5 years, and I had never had the feeling of my heart pounding out of my chest. This was the worst battle I could remember. It had scarred me for life. I looked back and saw all the soldiers I had become great friends with dropping dead in seconds! The fact of loosing all your friends will kill you inside, and you will never be able to unsee that moment.

Most people remember very little about special moments with their family, and others may not remember anything about it at all. Even so, one memory continues to stand out for me. The first time I learned how to fish I was with one of my biggest influences in life, my dad.