Creative Writing: Granny Phin's Home

Samantha has grown up with her clean, orderly mother who has always told what was right and wrong. She is expected to get good grades and get into a good college with scholarships and awards. She has been taught to be organized and clean just like her mother and to stay away from anything of the opposite, the Garrett’s. However, when Sam began hanging around the Garrett’s and meeting each one of them, she realized how different their family is from hers, besides being less clean and organized. They were full of love for each other and showed lots of interest in one another. They are always there for each other and help one another with school work or problems they may have. Samantha realizes she can’t remember the last time her mother has helped her with any problems unless it was related to what college she will go to or her future career. Samantha realizes she can’t have her mother find out how close she has gotten with the

Scout realized money does not always affect people’s behavior. Lastly, when Scout tries to explain to Miss Caroline why Walter was not accepting money from her, she said, “The Cunninghams never took anything they can’t pay back--no church baskets and no scrip stamps”(26). This quote explains how the Cunninghams have good values. Scout learned that money and values are not directly related. In conclusion, Walter Cunningham makes an attempt to look nice, behave politely, and his family has good values.

When they reach Estelle Louise’s driveway, Clemmy Sue eased the Ford into the entrance, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

‘Aunty’, ‘Uncle’, ‘Brother,’ ‘Sister’ are often used as signs of respect, especially for older people. However, these terms should only be used after good rapport is established and the invitation has been given.

This is Mrs. Adelaide Contessa Franchesca Thermopolies. Or you can just call her Addie T. for short. Addie T. is just like you and me in most ways.

Remy Anderson’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she climbed the stairs to her best friend’s apartment. The trek to the third floor was no easy feat considering that she was toting a duffel bag, a backpack, and a half-eaten pumpkin pie. Arriving at their apartment door, she rang the bell and waited in the dull glow of the gold chandelier.

Grandma Kathy is my mom’s mom, the wife to Grandpa Ron. She raised six children with Grandpa Ron. Desi, Josi, Heath, Brent, Brady, and Amanda; are the six children. Grandma is smart with money, my sister Kyran and I call the house the ‘Bank on the Hill.’ My Grandma Kathy used to work at a bank, and Dairy Queen. Her maiden name was Springer. Kevin is my Grandma’s brother. They all say that I look just like him, but I don’t see the resemblance. Grandma is very calm and will help you if you need some help.

It contains a beautiful new pair of shoes, pretty enough for a dancer. “Why, Granmama, they’re so pretty! I’ll dance around the house with them every day.” I ask Wangero who will be next. She says she wants to be last, with a smirk on her face that makes me uneasy. I agree and hand my daughter a bare cardboard box. Loretta slowly opens the box, and her face lights up seeing her name, “Loretta MaryAnn” stitched across a blanket with decorative flowers surrounding her name. “Mama, you must have made this yourself! It’s amazing. I love it.” I tell her happy birthday, and that I love her. Lastly, Loretta receives the extravagant box from her Aunt. She rips the wrapping paper off the gift, tears off the big bow, and without hesitation, busts open the box and out comes the yellow dress Loretta has been dreaming of. As soon as she sees it, Loretta is ten times more excited about this gift than any of the others. The dress her Aunt had the money for surpasses my homemade blanket stitching twentyfold. I know that Dee is not only doing it for Loretta, she’s doing it to make me feel less than her, and use my own child against me. I knew something was off the minute Dee had that sly smirk, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt, even though I shouldn’t have. I knew better. As soon as Loretta goes to thank her Aunt, Dee plays it off as if it’s no big deal. She feels sovereignty because she has more money and nice things than I could ever supply to my children. Dee sees how uncomfortable I am now, and it gives her more to smirk about, her pride swelling. She glances over at me every so often while I host the festivities, making sure I still feel her eyes on me. A couple hours later, it is time for Dee to go. I didn’t know I was capable of being so excited for someone to leave. “Well Maggie, it was nice to see you,” she spits at

Nana and Papa say hey and give me the biggest hug ever. My Uncle shakes my hand and goes to bathroom, he has this problem where he has to go pee every 20 minutes or so, I can never remember the name of the problem, I have just learned to accept it. Last and surely least, John and Mason, the two worst cousins anyone could ever ask for. They can barely come through the door before saying “ What’s up Sixy!”. They always come up with some form of an insult to remind me that I have six toes on one foot.

My aunt’s family lives in Chicago, a big city in America. My step mother owned an apartment by the South Western Hotel. I hated where we were, all you could hear the hammering, the clonking of cars and the loud whistles of ships. Aunt Margrett told me she was leaving to America her mother just died and she is attending the funeral, but she is moving there, we are going on a large ship, possibly the Mauretania. The largest ship in the world, longer than 2 football fields and weighing more than 30,000 tons! “Abigail, we are leaving tomorrow , is everything packed?” yelled Aunt Margrett. “We have everything.” I said, “What do you mean we, your brothers and sisters aren’t going, I can’t afford that.” said Aunt Margrett. There was a long pause of

A young boy walked along the dry infertile plains of Salmon Falls, swinging a tin box in one hand and clutching a bottled flower in another.

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

Going back to the beautiful huge rock calm and peacefulness appear where no ones around returning to memories with Auntie Chelsey laughing away, idioctly, being ridiculous nice and quiet, hearing wind make music feeling tranquility and comfort of warmness running down my body watching streams make a flood to create memories about the past month by month, 1 2 3 4 boom!! summer breeze comes and the sun shines amazingly chatting all day with the sun, and all night with the

Merryn sprinted around the boulders a few times, before finally getting a good grip on him and hefted him over her shoulders. She took off back toward where the rope hung down, tying it around Hans waist, and worked it between his legs securing him. It all depended on if Parcival would be able to pull the rope up. She jerked on it several times. She wasn't sure how much time passed by, when the rope started to move up pulling Hans limp body up.