Ethan's Home Narrative

When I opened my eyes only two things were on my mind, Sabrina Alistair Institution, something was important about these two things something about them had me drawn to them.... something.

After the game and all the excitement I left with Taylor and Sydni we were on our back to Taylor's house when she suggested that we should stopped at the old creepy "haunted" barn on the back side of the of the woods

Ethan Couch ,a teenage boy, after drinking heavily with friends got in the drivers seat of his pickup truck and started driving. While driving with a blood alcohol level of 0.24, with the state's legal limit for adults being 0.08, he accelerated to speeds around 70 MPH, where he lost control and sideswiped a broke down SUV then continuing on to kill four victims, injure nine others, and crash into the back of another pickup truck. He pled guilty to four counts of intoxication manslaughter. His attorneys claimed that he suffered from affluenza, and the reason he drove while intoxicated was because he didn’t know any better due to the lack of parenting he had because of his parents wealth.

Ethan Frome, a story written by Edith Wharton is a story about the sad life about Ethan Frome. He is a man who has a life filled with problems and shows a man pursuing happiness. Isolation is something that affects Ethan’s life drastically. In Ethan Frome, Wharton shows Ethan being negatively affected physically and mentally by his isolation in Starkfield.

It’s a crisp bitter cold Friday evening, my mom yells from the kitchen “Don’t forget you have a soccer game tomorrow at 10 am! I’ll be taking you over to Skylar’s house!” Skylar is my best friend, we have known each other since I was an infant. My mom and dad got divorced only a few years ago, and she works every weekend so she never gets to see my soccer games. My mom is very robust, and she knows how to stick up for herself, I respect her for that, so I don’t bother her about going to my games.

Ethan's hand on her arm was at once a shackle and an anchor. His touch forced her to be aware of the energy she had gathered, her skin burning as she was forced to dump most of it or risk it trying to equalize between them. It also brought her a stillness, a barrier against the flood of fear that threatened to drag her down. She wanted to lean on him, to let his strength hold her up. But, she couldn't. Elisa's bright green eye's jumped from Ethan's grey to the unsettlingly similar gaze of his aunt.

He hardly slept a wink, so when 8:30am rolled around he was happy to go pick up his son. Happy for something to do to get his mind off Bennett and what could have been.

In a small maintenance closet, I, Lilah Kokinos, stood across from Roland Caine. With little light streaming through the cracks around the closed door, the room was dim, but I could see we contrasted physically. I sensed Roland’s eyes rake over my dark eyes and hair; my unlined, olive skin; my petite, curvy form. I studied him, too—his dark blond hair falling just above his blue eyes; his faintly-lined, tanned skin; his tall, lean form.

“Hello!” Wilt shouted into the back door of Alex’s house. No response. Wilt let himself assuming that Alex and Mother Lincoln were in another room. “Hello!” Still no response. He walked to the front of the house. There was were Alex was! Just standing on the sidewalk talking to… the police. Wilt stood in awe staring at the window, but a little too long. One of the officers spotted Wilt out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed his partner, and they both reached down to their holsters a pulled their guns out.

Most people look forward to many different things throughout the year, and a lot of the time it's the same couple of events. Of course there are holidays like Christmas and Easter, there are birthdays and festivals, trips to museums and amusement parks. Most of these I also look forward to, but what I anticipate the most is going to my cousin Eli’s house. Once or twice a year, I pack a bag with some clothes, my toothbrush and toothpaste, maybe a book, and I spend a week at his house. Eli lives a walking distance from Lake Erie in a quiet suburb in the town of Madison, Ohio. There is never really a special reason why I go to my cousins, there isn't a specific time of year; it could be in winter, sometimes in spring, any time that both me and

Jason had recently been curious to know what had become of his childhood home. He hadn’t seen it since he got kicked out when he was fifteen. After getting kicked out, he made a good life for himself. He moved in with a relative the next state over and seldom returned to his hometown. If he did, it was for his sister only, and the visits were very brief. That Thursday morning, however, he got a call from his younger sister saying that their mother had died, and she asked him to come back for the funeral. This was his chance to act on his recent curiosity.

He kept on walking. I started to panic, he was probably mad I took some of his food but I don't think that was the case.

Nolan looked like he was suffering badly. His whole face turned crimson, muscles tightening. Since I couldn't pinpoint the problem, I couldn't give any treatment. As a last resort, I yelled for help, banging my hands against the wall of the vents but in vain. I had forgotten we sat in a soundproof zone.

Growing up Ethan was always a little more fussy than normal. We took it day by day to my surprise. Ruby and Ethan started to bond when Ethan turned 3 years old. He loved to follow her around and would find himself in her room playing with her dolls. At first, David and I did not think anything of it we were just relieved he was not throwing a tantrum. Tyson made some attempts to invite Ethan into his room to play catch, but Ethan was never interested. In these memory flashes, Tyson felt rejected by his brother. In effort to repair some of the heartaches David would spend one on one time with Tyson and this seemed to help him find his happy place.

I hear the doorbell ring from my bedroom and I jump off my bed heading to the stairs and sliding down the stairway. I get to the door and open it seeing my best friend Asa awkwardly standing there with his hands in his pockets, he smiles, “Hey,” he says, “Hey, what’s up?” I say smiling back. He walks in and I close the door behind him. He sighs, “Ohh nothing much…” he says shrugging. We head up to my room and he flops on my bed and turns on the small tv, I sit at my desk and start working on a sketch, “What are ya working on?” Asa asks into my ear making me jump, “None of your business, psycho.” I say rolling my eyes, “Mmkay…” he says sitting on the bed, “What what are we doing today?" He asks starting to fiddle with the hemming on his shirt, "Let's