Lucy Ames: A Short Story

Unit 306 - (HSC037) Promote and Implement Health and Safety in Health and Social Care

For a time, Lucy Gayheart feels the assurance of a bright future reaffirmed daily. And then a tragedy strikes, an undreamed-of turn of events, something which happens every day, and yet which we never address, because it is unthinkable. So will Lucy allow tragedy to beat her down into an existence she has long scorned? Or will she find the mettle to not only endure, but to grow in the face of, her heartbreak? This book was published in 1935. Its syntax can be long-winded, but its imagery is unforgettable. The author conveys a deep love for her fellow man, and for the inexpressible promise of a young life. I believe there is Lucy Gayheart in all of us.

Another conflict that La Vaughn faced was that she had a very passionate crush on a childhood friend, Jody, and wanted desperately for him to ask her to the school dance. La Vaughn admired everything about Jody, from his fresh chlorine smell (he was a swimmer), to his cheerful attitude. She admired most Jody’s desire and determination to attend college. La Vaughn waited anxiously for Jody to invite her to the dance as his date, but he never had the courage to. Finally, La Vaughn gathered the courage to ask Jody to the dance. To her delight, he agreed to her invitation. Jody and La Vaughn had a wonderful time together at the dance, and La Vaughn cherished the pictures they had taken together on that special night.

Lucy has been made fun of for her new looks after surgery, and has been getting some peer influences to help her. In the book Aautobiography of a Fface, by Lucy Grealy, Lucy gets cancer suddenly. The book In the book it is about a nine year old girl that has cancer in her jaw. She must go to places to get chemo treatment to try and get rid of the cancer. Lucy Grealy develops the theme to be more self confident using tone, symbolism, and characterization.

I never knew my mother. Her name was Blythe. Blythe Elizabeth Lopez was her full name. She died the day I was born. But she did it for me. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be alive. This is the story of my family’s experience.

It was the day, the day Gwen Saunders had been waiting, something she's been looking forward, something she's been doing since an infant: Dance. Her first international recital in front of thousands of people all over the world, and in front of her, four of the most famous dance judges sat before her, looking down at their papers, while the crowd mummer and continued their conversation before the lights dimmed on the clean, smooth stage.

Autumn Burrow  lived with her mother and father in an old wood cabin 15 minutes outside of the nearest town. They lived a casual life where her mother and father loved her dearly and they both worked average jobs at the family owned restaurant. Autumn is a popular girl with a few close friends but she talks to everyone. With high school starting in less than a year her parents have allowed her to stay home alone during their annual trip to Maine. Bubbling with excitement, Autumn planned to have a week full of movies, loud music, plenty of pizza, and her closest friends. On the morning of her parents flight, she woke up itching to jump out of bed, her stomach turned unable to control herself she squealed as she ran down stairs.  Her father prepared

Gwilan gathered herself enough to scramble back inside her home. Her emotionally drained body longed of an embrace of any kind as she buried her face in her hands and wept for hours but what felt like a short eternity (oxymoron). Days later Gwilan hosted a funeral in memorial of Torm where only her two sons and a few one of his dearest friends who he grew up with. Although Gwilan and Torm’s marriage had not been of a Romeo and Juliet romance Gwilan still cried her eyes out due to the loss of a best friend (hyperbole). When her eyes un-blurred a bit she noticed her second son had arrived and had a lady close to his arm.

“What was the last thing he sent you?” Heather asked. She was laying on the floor of her friend Maddie’s single dorm room, absentmindedly playing with the shag carpet. The two girls had been enjoying a few glasses of wine, which opened the gates for Maddie’s ranting. They always picked Maddie’s room for their Friday wine nights because of her soft fairy lights and larger TV. The room was cramped because it was a single dorm, but the two girls survived.

Holly went home and collapsed on her couch. To her antipode, the room bifurcated into her bedroom and her kitchen. Holly knew she should take a shower and climb into bed, but she was so exhausted. She turned to a picture of her parents. She stared at the picture of her smiling mother and marveled at the similarity between Holly and her mother. Holly felt a tear coming, then blinked it away. She had a filial obligation to her parents to live out her life at the LEP regardless of what Waterby thought. Regardless of what Chanterelles

As I watched her slowly walk back down the stairs I was coming to the realization that all my life I had watched the women I love slowly die. I watched her die just a little every time Brently slipped his arm around her. The feeling of restraint and oppression had crossed her face so many times but I had never been able to acknowledge it. Then as I looked into her eyes all I could see was the little girl I once knew — the girl who had grown up two doors down from my own in a little yellow house. As she descended the stairs she looked so happy, so free, like she once had a long time ago. But then I saw nothing but fear as her eyes dim and slowly close while she fell to the floor. I turned to watch Brently mallard walk straight through the door. Pain is the only sensation I could feel in my entire body. In one quick motion, I moved to screen Brently from the view of his wife. But I was too late. When the doctors came they told me she had died of heart disease—of joy that

She was full of emotions as it was a bittersweet feeling. Jess had never been inside such a huge house. She stood paralyzed at the door, afraid to knock. Finally she built the confidence to knock. She knocked the door, waited for what seemed like an hour but was really a minute. Lauren’s parents came to the door and

Jake watched Miss Collins’ horse gallop out of sight before he made an exasperated snort and slid the Winchester into the rifle scabbard. He’d scared the hell out of her. Good. Maybe she’d hightailed it back to whoever was willing to put up with her in the first place.

I just got done with an excellent day of painting in Mrs.Boe’s art class and as i was walking down the halls i think to myself oh no my next i have the dreaded Mrs.Berntson’s torture filled class. Once i turn the corner coming up from the stairs i see a big rope of snot shoot from out Mrs.Berstsons class room and rope some kid named Tavion in. As i slowly inch closer to her classroom i can hear Tavion screaming. Now i'm at her closed door and i’m going to try to slowly open it and see if i can sneak in without her hearing or seeing me.

That reoccurring nightmare had always haunted Lucy. That terrible day that replayed in her head over and over and over. Lucy couldn't concentrate in school, she had always been a bright and great student. One day it just got too much for Lucy, she couldn't sleep, eat, or have fun. Lucy had been living with her dad since her mom died. She was forced to live with him as he was the only close family member. Lucy's parents were divorced when Lucy was young. Lucy didn't like her dad even when she was young, he would push her mother and made her cry, Lucy dint understand what was happening because she was too young. Before her mom passed she managed to tell Lucy things about her dad and how he was a terrible and selfish person.