Mcbride: A Short Story

There she was, waiting anxiously and quietly with fear, laid Kathy McGray. She was fourteen and was a straight A student who had never held any grudges against anyone. She was always polite and kind to others. But right now she wondered. Why? Why would anyone want her?

I was quite a rambunctious child, always getting myself into precarious situations; whether it was climbing trees, playing with matches, or running with scissors. My actions did not reflect my parenting; my parents tried to teach me to be careful, unfortunately it took an unpleasant, but humorous experience to teach me that lesson. I was three years old at the time and that day I decided to run through the house like a superhero. I pulled an Atlanta Braves hat over my head for some odd reason and proceeded to start my mission. As I ran into the kitchen I felt something grab the corner of my mouth and it completely stopped my momentum. It just so happens that a few minutes before my run, my mother opened the kitchen cabinet and forgot to close

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

Prompt:What evidence does the narrative he writes offer for each of these roles? Discuss the statements that his mother typically makes and that McBride uses as evidence of these roles (page 9) as connected to Ruth McBride Jordan’s eclectic philosophy of life.

This adventure of Taylor Darrington. It all started in the summer of 2014 she went to a cross country practice. She thought it was the worst thing ever! The day she went the coach informed everyone that they were going on a "long run"out in the desert sand. Being her first time running in a few years it was really hard and difficult. That day she decided not to run. The following year, her friends Mitchell and Macey invited her to go again, but she absolutely did not want to go. Although one day they finally convinced her to go, so she did, and she loved it. So she decided to start going every day she decided she wanted to run that school year. Her first race was crazy, she didn't realize how out of shape she was until she finished with a bad

It was a Saturday afternoon and my sister and I were bored so we decided to race down the driveway. She was on her moped and I was on my ripstik. We started counting down three,two,one, at two Mackenzie cheated and started going down. I intended to jump into the grass, I landed in the middle of the driveway. While I was in the air I came down and landed on my side. My sister came to see what happened, she saw a puddle of blood where my elbow was, she said that it was like a person had dumped a bucket of red kool aid all over the pavement! My toes looked like my little sister creamed a bunch of red lipstick all over them. Also my waist looked like someone took a knife and cut all of the skin off. After this all happened my sister ran

Millions of people immigrate to the United States from various parts of the world. In the Namesake, Ashoke and Ashima Ganguli moved to America from India. After moving to America, they gave birth to their two children Gogol and Sonali. In America, the Ganguli family had to face many obstacles such as language barrier, cultural barrier, and loneliness.

The 22nd day of May, 2005, it was a sunny day, few clouds in the sky. It also happened to be my mom's birthday. I remember it as if it were yesterday as surprising as that may seem. It was a beautiful spring day, birds chirping and kids running around. I was playing baseball outside of my house with my friend Jake. Mom inside on the phone, completely unaware of what was going to happen next. We were playing baseball, I walked over to Jake to tell him to use a different bat and just as I walked over, he swung the bat and hit me just above the eye. My head flopped back and the tears rolled down my face. Blood oozed down my cheek as I lost perception of reality. I don’t think I was fully aware of how severe the situation was until I was in the

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

“Okay class now that you know how to multiply decimals here’s a question“Mr.Smith said. “The question is what is 1.2345 multiplied by 10,000 ?” Margaret raises her hand and replied “12345.10”. Margaret got the question wrong, after that Mr.Smith asked ”are there any questions” on the question. No one had any questions because they knew the answer to the question. Ring, ring, ring alarmed the bell “Class dismissed” said Mr.Smith, everyone went running out the door. There were four people still there Margaret ,Max Tom and George and there was a reason why they were there.The reason why was because they wanted to and make fun of Margaret Max lead her out the room.Max and his friends made fun of her for getting the question wrong because it

What is legacy? Legacy is the impression you make in others lives that follow you for the rest of ours. Such as Albert Einstein., a theoretical physicist. He has not only left the world with discovering the theory of relativity, photoelectric effect, and Energy-mass equation but also with being known as one of the most brilliant minds known of. However, what is my legacy?

Most of the men in the room didn’t know Mikey, but everyone made toasts to their own fallen friends. Many of them asked about Mikey, and his friends were willing to talk about him. So, Jackson traded his empty glass for a glass of water and made an effort with every toast with everyone else in the room. Early during the evening right after the first toast, Frank whispered to Jackson, “How’s your stomach?” and got “Terrible” as a reply, so he went out to the car, retrieved a pill from his bag to settle Jackson’s upset stomach. After Jackson took the tablet with a drink of water from his glass during one of the toasts, he felt some relief as his stomach settled down, but it still bothered him and would until he ate something. Due to the processed

I was staying at Morgan’s house for the day. We were playing on her indoor trampoline, and suddenly I had a bright idea. I would jump on the trampoline, while jumping on a ball. This, as you can imagine, didn’t turn out so well. I fell over and hit the right side of my forehead. Thankfully my parents had just arrived to pick me up. My dad hurried and put me in his

In a little town in Wyoming lived a little baby giraffe, at birth his parents tried to find the perfect name for him they tried Hank, Wallie, and Mike. his sister the older giraffe said to his mama and papa “how about Gerald”. His parents stopped to think for a while and at the same time they agreed. That was the day that gerald the lonely and sad giraffe was born.

The phone rings and as always, it is Mr. McCarthy. The good news, since there is always some kind good news is that he has another long night, something big is going on at the company. I can head back to the house and finally finish reading that book that has been sitting there collecting dust for quite some time. As I drive, I wonder if this night will involve liquor, like the last few times he worked late. I’ll better be by my phone, I sure I’ll get a call at the middle of the night.