Johnny's Traditon: A Narrative Fiction

In the intriguing novel, Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes a protagonist 16 year old Johnny, a young silversmith, worked on Hancock's Wharf in revolutionary era Boston. On Hancock's Wharf Johnny awoke to “rocky islands gulls woke … the first dead fish, first bits of garbage … the hens awake, scratching and chuckling”. Johnny was kicked out of his trade by a tragic accident, when Dove, another silversmith apprentice gave him a cracked crucible, and he burned his hand. Promptly after, his hand healed incorrectly and he was soon out on the streets of Boston looking for work.

Summary: It was already past dawn when Johnny woke up. He was still hopeful with Merchant Lyte. He was imagining how Mrs.Lapham would so awkward curtsies, and how Madge and Dorcas would stare at him in his ruby coach. The first thing he would do is take Cilla for a drive and not invite Isannah. At Charlestown Ferry Slip, Johnny washed himself in the sea, he combed his hair with his fingers and cleaned his nails with his teeth. Once he becomes Merchant Lyte’s relative he would be able to buy Cilla a cart and a pony, and Mr. Lapham a bible. And nothing for Mrs. Lapham.

My mom was calling me to her room where we kept the main computer. She was planning on a return trip to Boston, Massachusetts and visit the place that saved my life. As we walked past the apartment we stayed at for 6 weeks memories started rushing in. my first recollections were the times I spent in the 1 room of the complex not coming out of my room not even to eat, these were the darkest times of my life.

I ran out to the car and drove off I tried to convince myself that Johnny wasn't dead but I knew it was true. I drove around for awhile not knowing what to do. I saw Ponyboy walking home and I almost picked him up but he got into someone else's car, must have offered to drive him home. After going through a few neighborhoods I knew what I had to do.

There was just one more secret Johnny kept. This secret he waited to reveal to his, now, special someone until many years to come. In the year 2032, Johnny asked Anna, now married for seventeen happy years, to accompany him to that very pier in Myrtle Beach where they had their first date so many youthful years earlier. It was an early summer’s evening, and Johnny’s hair had turned to gray with no beard and Anna’s hair was now cut into a short bob; brown (dyed) with lighter highlights. He took his wife’s hand and led her down to the pillars of the Myrtle Beach pier where shadows formed upon the sand from the columns. He gently positioned his wife’s back against one of the pillars closest to where the water meets the sand so she could lean while

Johnny stood in the doorway, gazing out upon the melting colors of the rising sun. He took a breath of the dewy morning air and thought about the night before. Most people call it crazy, and maybe it was at first. But now, after so many millennia, the supposed ‘crazy’ night have become and every night and dreadfully boring affair. Life for Johnny wasn’t always as smooth and distasteful. He remembers back when he went by another name, a name so well-known and hated. When he was new and the human kind was but a newly growing tree, he was first introduced into the world.

My heart dropped and I cried while staring at my mom.My sister and I looked at each other because we were really upset and wanted to stay with her forever. So we all sat in the room and cried for a long time. Later that night mama and Shirley went to sleep to get rest for the next morning. My head was throbbing because of the death of my dad so I went to get some water from the kitchen. As i’m walking into the kitchen I hear someone trying to open our front door so I run to mama.

My mother knocked on the door and within seconds the door swings open. We enter and are greeted with compliments and hugs from two people. We all get acquainted and then my mother says she has to leave and it'll only be for a couple days. Those couple days were great. There were two of them and only one of my mom, so of course I enjoyed the attention I wouldn't otherwise receive. It's not like I didn't want attention at home, but Lucy was needier than I. Those days flew by too quickly and before I knew it

It was now morning and Johnny and Ma were having breakfast. Nobody was speaking to each other. Until Johnny told his mom all about last night. “You WHAT?! yelled Ma. “There is no way that you saw your father last night, Johnny! Your father is dead and he is NOT coming back to see you. Why would you even THINK of making something up like that?” Exclaimed Ma. That hurt Johnny’s feelings, plus that made him furious. He could feel the anger slowly growing in his body. Ma saw the anger in his eyes. So he got up and ran outside out of anger.

The next morning when I woke up and walked downstairs for breakfast. I could tell that something was off. As I turned to talk to my mom, I saw her eyes filled with tears, about to burst like a bubble.

As we were walking many questions went through my head. Would I recognize my sister? Would they all remember me? I even thought about how everyone would weep for joy. Suddenly, I thought my mother would be dead. I shook my head to get that thought out.

As I sat miles there away while my mom was in emergency surgery all I could think about is what, would happen if I ever lost her and how bad I would feel if she did die. Even though she hasn't been in my life she still had a very big part of it and always will. On Good terms or bad terms, she was still my mother but in the past, I failed to realize that.Some people say it takes something tragic to open someone's eyes, and I never believed it until a tragic event opened mine. We weren't always on bad terms. We actually used to be very close. My mom was once my Best friend.

For 10 years I was the only child, spoiled and got all the attention. When I was 8 I had my own room, but I cried because I wanted to sleep with my mom, because I missed being held in her arms. I was always with my mom and hated when she left me with people because of it she stopped working just to be with me,being apart from her was scary to me. One day I went up to her in the middle of the night, “Mom I can't sleep, can I sleep with you?” She looked at me, “Glendy, ya eres grande, si no puedes dormir ore”. She would tell me to pray and I would, but I would cry myself to sleep. Two years later I had another sister, now two sisters and another on the way which would be my little brother, the last one. I was happy it was the

It was a hot summer day. You could see the heat rise up from the road. The sun scorched the the sidewalk so intensely I could have fried an egg on it. We had just gotten done loading our luggage in the van. I grabbed my phone and headed for the door. We were ready to go to the airport. We had been planning on our trip to California for days. Everyone would not shut up about seeing our relatives. I just couldn't wait to leave this dreadful, miserable, boring place called Sedalia. We went to get some gas because it was like a 3 hour drive. When we stopped my mom was the only one who got out because she didn't want to deal with annoying brats, my sisters. So I was stuck with them, alone, by myself, in a car. It sounded like there was a zoo behind me and the monkeys just got loose. Other people were looking at our car and in their face there was horror. My mom finally gets back and we start to drive. Sense we're going out of state on an airplane, we couldn't take our car with us. So we went to go pick up my mom's husband from work. He wasn't going to california with us so he could take the car. We pick him up, he chucks his lunch box to the middle, and he takes the wheel. We start driving, again. I've never really liked my mom's husband, he's always hated me and one of my sisters because we aren't his.

Like any other day I woke up and did what most people do in the morning; get dressed and eat. Two of my dad’s friends had come over to help my dad take our luggage to the airport a day before so we didn’t have too much things with us. I remember we were all sitting in the living room and my younger sister, 7 at the time that just gotten up and walked into the living room with her pajamas on. She had gotten so scared when she say that we that company over. Her face was so red from embarrassment I died laughing, I’m a good sister, won’t you say.