Karen And Trever: A Short Story

This is an individual assignment to be completed before class. Must be submitted into the text box below. The purpose of this assignment is to help you prepare for the activity that will take place in class by asking you to think critically about the Karen Leary Case.

In the short story, “The Kayak” by Debbie Spring, the main character Teresa is brave and kind. She is faced with a choice that will save somebody else’s life, and she does the right thing, even if said choice will impact her own life.

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

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nice he told us to grab the bags we packed an line up outside next to the 5th train car. As we

i said ''nothing'',i heard my dad coming out of his bedroom so i hide the book under my bed and started pretending to be asleep, my dad started to wake me up so we can go have fun in this techstore so he can buy me my first smart phone, the thing is inside of me, I felt this new detective spirit growing inside of me, we went to the store so we can have this phone we heard shot fires inside of the stores looked like Marcus and his gang are hitting again this store like they did in the bank my dad called back up, but couldn't stand the view that my moms best friend Katherine is being threatened as she was

The rough but smooth texture of the newspaper is against my hand, I turn my head right and a feel water coming down from my eyes the sun has hit my eyes. The bus stops a woman a little darker than me sits down in the front, *gasp* " what is she doing, she is going to get in trouble" I whisper to myself. The movement of the bus made the hit my shoulder against the window, my lips move into a smile and my hand moves right to left, the woman replies with a smile in her face, I noticed two stops more and I am home the bus stops once again. Noises are in the background I look up and there is a white woman fighting with the lady I smiled to the bus driver was even in the white woman side.The bus driver kept repeating "Rosa, Rosa, Rosa" I am guessing that is her name she refused to give up her seat to the lady

My eyes suddenly open from the impact of pots and pans beating against each other, it was like fireworks exploding. I turned around to look at the clock it was only 3:00 in the morning, I sighed as I didn’t want to be awake this early in the morning. I stood up from the slab of concrete that I was sleeping on and looked around to see Madison still half asleep as she was looking around to see where the loud noise had come from.

I’m sorry that I haven’t written sooner, but as you know, my wife, Patsy died on July 21. Her last two months were pure agony. As her primary care giver, I could hardly stand to watch her suffer.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

I took a deep breath as I pushed open the wide glass doors. As soon as I walked in all I saw were officers running back and forth, papers flying everywhere, and the smell of pure coffee hit me like a smack on the face.It was too much and it seem pretty busy so i made my way back to the front door,but as soon as I was going to walk out of the police department a middle aged man with curly hair stopped

I have been thinking of my former Glasgow Caledonian University (GCU) classmate, Karen Buckley, whose life was tragically taken earlier this year.

I woke up to the sound of tropical birds echoing in my ears, the beautiful songs they were singing almost made me forget the horrors of the past few days. Lying on a dead mans bed, I thought, well that’s a new one. As I got up I pondered if I was to be put on trial whether the jury would rule it as self-defense or murder. My next thought was that I was famished but immediately I got a bad taste in my mouth remembering the previous night. I then went to the kitchen got some breakfast consisting of bread and jam. Then I began packing provisions cheese, bread, hardtack, pemmican, and water.

The man that saw my first was trying to kick down my door! Then a creaking sound came from behind me. The secret passage was opening! I quickly grabbed the fire poker I had in front of the fireplace, but it was too late. He had me in his arms. The next thing I remember is waking up in a ditch, with a throbbing head, and the words “Beware Piggy's” written on my shirt. My first reaction was where am I? Than I realized that the police station was right in front of me. When I stood up I immediately was rushed to a hospital by a cop that was just leaving for patrol. The doctor told me I had a fractured skull and a concussion and that he was going to prescribe me some pills. The hospital gave me some clothes to wear and they sent off my other clothes to the police statio for evidence and to see what they could find on them. I called a taxi. I hadn’t even said to the driver that I didn’t have any money on me because I was attacked and he said that I don't need to pay for the trip home. I didn’t have to say where I lived and he drove right there which immediately set off a red flag. Then I remembered my dog, but when i walked in there wasn’t a thing in sight that resembled a break in. Let alone a dog murder. Every last

Something in my head told me to fall back home, limp away before their friends eyes deceived me. 2 AM and the going was going good. My car was rumbling, with the engine pumping. Radio was blaring something old and fair, say.