Hudson Hornet-Personal Narrative

It was the winter of 1993 and I stand there in sleepy, little seaford huddling inside my school blazer against the chill of the air waiting for my bus to take me to school. The sound of train wheels screeching on the tracks drift off in the distance and cigarette smoke engulfs me from a nearby junkie puffing away. Seaford is a quiet suburb on the mornington peninsula, everyone knows each other and everything about each other. Small news for most suburbs is big news for seaford because nothing ever happens in little seaford. My bus drops me off at school, students are rushing to get to there classes and the usual chatter fills the air. I get to my class and take a seat except I can't help notice that today there is more buzz flowing through the air from my classmates, i look around and i can see expressions of fear as well as excitement on their faces. However all i can feel is confusion. What is everyone talking about? The principle makes an announcement over the speaker “most of you are aware of the recent murders in the frankston seaford area, both these murders were very similar which is why the police suspect that there is a serial killer targeting young women. All students must not go home alone and must not walk down the golf links road track unless accompanied by other students” A lump forms in my throat and my mouth goes dry. I feel vulnerable as ever.

Here was my opportunity to finally discover and learn somewhere that could surely cater to my needs and teach me to my full capability. After the shock wore off, I realized that this would not be as straightforward as it seemed in my head, but I drastically underestimated the harassment we would face. I was only going to learn, just as the other students were, and so it never occurred to me just how furious people might be. On my very first day, I entered school alone, separated from the rest of the colored students. There were far more cars and people than I had anticipated, but the sight of the many armed guards surrounding the school comforted me. My understanding was that they were there to protect the nine of us new students. It wasn’t until I was blocked out, threatened and pushed back into the crowd by these very guards that I realized they would not permit me to

By this time we had pulled up to the school. Then we exited the bus and dragged ourselves through the prison gates of the prison that were disguise as doors of a school. As I went through the day I could tell something was going just from the vibe of my class and the atmosphere in the halls in between classes. Especially when we had lunch the teachers looked like teens girls who were gossiping out the latest secret but by the look on their face it was clear that something worried them and it was serious. For the rest of my lunch period I tried to think of what could accrue such a situation at the teacher table like nothing was coming to mind. When our lunch period was over our class went back to the classroom. 15min into the class the tornado drill bell started ringing and our teacher hastily escorted us to the hall and had us sitting down with our back against the wall so close to the person next to us we could read each other’s minds. Even with all that’s happening I still wasn’t worried because we had many tornado drill since we lived on Tornado Valley, but never were there tornados. I felt like they were just a waste of time, excepted when they got me out of an energy draining class or a test that

Last night was a wonderful night.I went to sleep with a huge smell on my face because.Red chief was missing I didn’t care WOOW.My leg was shaking bad I knew I had to use the bathroom.Bark Bark Bark what is wrong with my little poop poop.I said so I look out my craker window soon as I saw Red chief run over my trash can chashing my little poop poop around with an baseball bat soon as I.open my window Red cheif run over my trash can I said.Red cheif go home and go to sleep before I.call the police and make sure you don’t come back to bother us anymore. When I said that Red chief come back with some heat he threw.His baseball bat at my window and shatter it then said you go to sleep you old bagged yelled Red chief and run off soon.As Red chief

Here in summit it's a peaceful town there is hardly any fight and next to no crime but the only distraction would be mr.dorset's son. that child of his is something else. His son likes to go by red chief oh can that boy stir up some trouble just last month he was using my cattle as target practice, red chief really does get on every folks bad side. but not here lately we haven't seen the little rascal there are rumors of him being held ransom i was just relishing my time of solitude i thought the kid would never be back here. but all that changed later last night when i was lying back in my on the porch I say around 10:00 or 11:00 pm i seen these three strange dark figures. two of them were tall but one short i didn't think much of it i was

“Let’s go. I can’t sit out here any longer.” Jane was already standing up, heading towards the house. I hoisted myself up, following her home.

Of course I was the only teacher that was in the building at this time. “Who else would be here on a Friday afternoon?” I thought to myself. Upon entering the room there was an eerie sense that ran through my skin. It felt as though I was not alone in the room, so I toured the entire classroom looking for clues. When I approached my co-worker’s desk, I noticed a package lying beside it. Far from a normal package, this was some type of metal box with rounded edges and a circular bulge protruding from the center on all six sides.“Maybe this fell off of the desk, I guess that concludes what the noise come from.” Something seemed off to me about this particular package though, almost like it was out of place. I misjudged the weight of this box as I picked it up, as it was a rather large box. However, the object inside the box was as light as a feather. “Now, how do I plan to open this box,” I said aloud, knowing but still unsure that someone was not in the room alongside me. The box suddenly opened as I was feeling around on it, and the metal seemed to fold out into one flat sheet. On this sheet was a pencil, not an average pencil as a mind would imagine, but a pencil. It was white, with blue lines seemingly flowing through it changing patterns every so often. I noticed a sheet of paper under this pencil, and what was written on it was astonishing to me. “What seems to be unreal to you is clear to me. Your mind is frantic, As anyone’s mind should be. Go ahead, pick it up. It will lead you to generations far ahead of your present day. But you must figure out how it works, or the secret this item contains will be concealed for eternity.” Those words played in my mind over and over until finally I decided it was time to leave. Only now the metal sheet the pencil and note were on had disappeared. Allowing little time for thinking, I grabbed my things from my

“Um I need I need to go my mom's waiting” I lie and quickly run down the steps before he can say anything else.

Racism does not have to be overt or explicitly announced. Microaggressions are present and prominent in many situations within and outside the classroom. Being the only person of color within a classroom at times imposes the mindset that the person of color must transcend their stereotypes. This aided with a white faculty member’s cultural insensitivity in generalizing student’s opinions in class as representing of all blacks becomes problematic (Guiffrida and Douthit,

“You’re free to leave at any time. Although as I said your aunt is on her way.”

“There’re a few things I need to check on. I’ll meet you home in a few hours.”

As I wandered home from school like a lonely lost ghost, suddenly my blood turned cold as a chilly wind whooshed past me. I spotted a huge baleful falcon swooping back and forth like a swinging pendulum. The dominating falcon speedily attacked the small bird like it had captured its valuable power.

The students at Sublette Elementary were sure it was going to be another ordinary spring day. They were in for a surprise! Mrs. Myers called for all the classes to gather on the playground. Just as everyone was getting settled, the whoosh of helicopter blades could be heard. We all looked to the sky and wondered what in the world was happening!

Kevin screamed “Watch out” Garret had served out of the way and landed in the ditch. There were bird feathers everywhere. Garrett and Kevin had wandered around to find the bird but couldn't. They walk for a good hour before the found the bird and by now it was very dark out but it was only 1:00 PM. Garrett looked up in the sky and screamed.

“No, I’m not busy. I have to ask if I can come but I’m sure she’ll say yes. I probably have to clean my room first though, so it might be a while.”