Jensen Sat Alone Short Story

This lesson will take place throughout the months of November and December in a class of sixth graders. I will do this lesson during this time period due to the relatable Minnesota weather, which can help the students make connections while reading. I will also use this time period to nicely finish the semester off with a final project about the novel, before the students go home for their Holiday and Winter breaks.

Bracing himself for trouble, Josh opened the door. The couple, a man and woman, inquired about the boys health, and whether they had eaten. The woman Josie, was very nice and seem genuinely concerned about the boys, Ben, however was the opposite. Josh told the couple they were heading to Montana where their grandfather lived. After feeding them, and listening to the boy’s music, they sent them on their way.

The summer wound to its conclusion. The boy went to New York. He never did play in Carnegie hall. His piano playing never got good enough. The war came and went. He wasn’t a boy any longer. He was a married man with two sons. The family moved to Michigan. The man was a teacher, then a minister.

He pictured Kiowa’s face. They’d been close buddies, the tightest, and he remembered how last night they had huddled together under their ponchos, the rain cold and steady, the water rising to their knees, but how Kiowa had just laughed it off and said they should concentrate on better things. And so for a long while they’d talked about their families and hometowns. At one point, the boy remembered, he’d been showing Kiowa a picture of his girlfriend. He remembered switching on his flashlight. A stupid thing to do, but he did it anyway, and he remembered Kiowa leaning in for a look at the picture – “Hey, she’s cute,” he’d said – and then the field exploded all around them.

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

The one-year Sam came home in a fancy military suit. He amazed everyone in his family; he was fighting for the rebels. Timmy had always admired Sam, and was very jealous. He also didn't know if he agreed with

Our Story of Connie’s growth begin in mid-summer, her best friend’s father dropped them off at the shopping plaza all day and didn’t have to worry about them bugging him anymore. They usually went across a highway to

Sam Anderson frantically searched for the tie in the extremely disorganized home of the Marquez family. Tonight, she had reluctantly agreed to volunteer for the role of dressing and preparing the couples’ oldest son, Joel, who was now eight years of age, for their youngest son’s first birthday. Joel Marquez contained an overwhelming amount of trickery and holy terror for an eight year old boy, most of which was targeted at Sam, his babysitter. Sam asked Joel nearly every two minutes if he had seen the tie recently. Every time he giggled, and answered no.

There he was sitting in the bleachers waiting for the game to be over hoping that it wouldn't be long. His little brother, Mike, was playing a lacrosse game, the hardest one of their season. Mike was pretty good, but not as good as the people on the other team. The score was 17-2, they were ranked number two in the state, but these guys were number one.

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

Evan then attended Mrs. Debby’s preschool for 2 years of his early, pliable life. Soon after Mrs. Debby’s preschool he attended Mr. Hammond’s kindergarten class. Evan lived a playful and

“On my first day of kindergarten, he showed up and played games with the teacher, Mrs. Meade, and my classmates. He bought me a light orange and blue jacket after school.”

The school he attends when he is a little older is a school by any means, but there is great turmoil. Often the older boys pick on the younger ones and while this may be brought to the attention of the director (the principle, headmaster etc.) the older boys would be punished but it would be so overlooked that as soon as they were finished being punished, they would return from their beatings and give them back tenfold to the young boys who told on them. This section is actually one of my favorite parts.

There once was a boy named Jonathan (Jonathan Mcslurre, Jonny for short) and his family, ( including his parents, two sisters, and three brothers) every summer would all go rent a lake house. The lake house was secluded, relaxing, and quiet, mostly because it was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a forest, but nonetheless everyone enjoyed it…well everyone except for Jonathan.