Persuasive: “You need to stop smokin’!” exclaimed mum. “You ain’t gonna tell me what to do,” I would retort in voice that was akin to a 50 year old smoker. Back then, I didn’t care about life; I was a free soul. I lived life like a fighter fought, impervious to monsters, clowns, and everything in between. It wasn’t until my 23rd birthday that I finally opened my eyes. My mum and I were never really close; furthermore, our relationship dwindled as I sprouted into my teenage years. On my 23rd birthday, after what seemed like an eternity of maternal absence, we ran into each other in Central Park. The encounter was strange, yet jocund at the same time. After greeting her, I pulled out a pack of smokes - Marlboro Gold was my choice of poison. When she saw what I was doing, she screamed “What are you doing! I thought you quit! I didn’t raise you for you to kill yourself! You must stop at once!” …show more content…
I tried to come up with words to fire back at her, yet nothing came. I had no explanation for my madness. What made the situation even worse was that my dad died of lung cancer when I was just seven. I began to cry. “Darling, come with me. I can get you help if you would like. We can get over this hurdle if you are open to treatment. You’re young, you can change this,” my mum said. Words of accordance filled my mouth. A cold turkey cessation was upon me; it was time for a
The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.
Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.
Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.
One of the other girls there began to talk to me her name was Jenny. She was chewing gum nonchalantly and just chatting away. She said this was her second time and that it wasn 't a big deal anymore. But her eyes looked hard and hollow, but I just figured that was the type of person she was.
“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.
Two days before my mother had died we had an argument about my behavior. ´Akiko your 14 already start acting like your own age´. ‘Mom i don't want to be 14 i want to go back and be a child again why can't you let me do that ?´ ‘Akiko you will have to grow up eventually and start having a life of your own i don't want anything to happen to you’ i ran out of the house. I know it's stupid fighting over me being so childish but in reality i just wasn't ready to grow up, that would have meant to watch my parents grow old and die. Guess i should have listen to my mother and behaved , i ran into a road without looking . i heard a loud horn sounds then everything went in slow motion i was pushed out the way and landed on the sidewalk . i heard the
Turns out my mom was not interested to speak with me at all or maybe just not in the car ride home. When we got home I really thought I was dead, but she had just sat down and said hesitantly “Your father is a … Your father is a god-”
“Sweetie? Where are you going?” I heard my mother’s faint voice call out from the kitchen. I was standing at the front door, halfway through opening it when I heard her voice. It was Oli’s, my best friend’s, birthday and her, Angelo, and Dante, were going to Las Vegas to spend her special weekend.
As we were driving back to the Sidemen House I tried keeping my eyes on the road but everything we stopped I had to look at her even if it was for a split second. As I looked at her I remembered the kiss we shared when we finished the Q an A. I knew we needed to talk about it but I didn't want to.
The day had arrived. Feelings of excitement and dread rolled around in her stomach at the thought of seeing her friends and family again. She remembered the feelings of helplessness at watching her mother speak to Dr. Faas.
Setting provides children with a wide range of activities that support in heuristic play, where it helps children to find and discover things out by themselves through trial and error. (E.g.) provide children with treasure basket, box with Surgery items in the home corner, I encouraged children to feel free to explore and discover how to use them, I let them carry out their own investigation and use their imagination to act out as Doctors and Nurses and some children act as patients. They start with examining patient, asking questions and giving out pretending prescription. I stay close to see and observe the way children play and
Maybe they were through goading one another - I surely hoped so. I picked up my glass to take a sip of wine. I had been using this time to pretend to casually, gaze around the room. Myles Laveau caught my eye and smiled a half smile as he raised his glass to his lips. His date, the Baroness Portella, must have seen that his eye was otherwise entertained because she turned to glance over her shoulder at me. I saw the scathing stare she gave me through her thin, lacy veil- much like Boudreaux’s stare, it cuts to the bone. I half expected her to fling her drink into Laveau’s face, she seemed quite angry- but then, he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she turned to look at me again; this time, she smiled. I wondered what Myles had said to her for her to smile at me that way. The desire to know what he said was causing me to be anxious, as was the desire to see beneath the veil, but I needed to take care of the situation of my husband and lover goading each other first - I would ask Myles what was said between he and the Baroness the next time I was with him.
The man and woman hurried silently side by side down the dank passage. Occasionally, the woman would glance furtively over her shoulder. The passage was dark, and the only illumination came from a glowing torch that the man carried. The low light shone brightly enough to see that they were both nobles, for they were dressed with distinction.
When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t
It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping