My Cousin Is My Father

“I don't think I can swim it,” Nichelle said “ I'm not a good swimmer.” “Can you hold your breath for thirty seconds?” Jack asked. She looked at him “ I think so,” “Then you can do it. If you can swim, I'll carry you out.” Nichelle looked at him quizzically. “Why?” “We don't leave family behind” For a moment Nichelle was speechless. “Thank you”. (Evans 261)

“Do you want to go to the park? The sun is shining and there's a cool breeze out,” my cousin says as she puts on her shoes.

The two girls looked at each other. It sounded dangerous to both of them. However, the friends wish for adventure was too much for them, and they made a silent mutual agreement. “We’ll do it,” Kate answered for the both of them.

“I’m not staring, I’m admiring. “Edward said, still looking across the cafeteria at her. Lexi had long brown hair and dark brown eyes the color of dark chocolate. She usually had her hair in a ponytail or a braid. Today

There had been enough time for something to change but almost everything was the exact same. Again Rye found herself travelling on a bus to go search for something, now knowing her brother is in fact dead she wasn 't exactly sure if what she was searching for was real. The only difference was that she now had the weight of two pre-teens. She felt it best for them to be as cautious as she had been while travelling around a decade ago. Each child had their own piece to communicate what their name was without using their words, it’s safer. Sitting on these benches Rye looked at them, the girl was the spitting image of her dead mother long curly dirty blond hair, a button nose, freckles, green eyes, and the perfect height for her age. Her was brother only slightly taller, with a darker skinned tone, and features almost exactly the opposite of his sister. The only feature similar was their hair texture. Rye would never admit this to anyone but there were times like the present that she regrets the events leading up to this very moment. The deja vu of running away except this time with hope.

“Oh goodness, this is not how a lady ought to look. Let’s fix this up,” she muttered. But it was pointless. Her tears only washed away her efforts. Instead, she took upon brushing her hair. Daisy sat there humming to herself until she saw glaring lights

Liv decided being cooped up in my room isn't going to prove anything, so she gave me a makeover. She did my hair and makeup and made me get dressed. I'm wearing my favorite black leggings, a floral, elbow length, shirt and a black beanie with my favorite pink vans. Liv gave me a smokey eye and eyeliner with bronzer under my cheeks. My hair was a mixture of curls a waves down my back.

And she smiles back. Uncertainly.¨ (pg. 101) Here I can see that she already has been changed. She was comforted with the combing of hair and putting on makeup to make her believe that she was

On her head, she donned a short, black, and slick bob. She cut her hair that way in order to look classy, even only at certain angles. This morning, it was a struggle to keep the stray hairs in place, so she skipped taking a selfie. She had many times proudly called herself ugly in front of her friends, but can't stand the ugliness she was seeing in her reflection. She wanted to be paler, skinnier, taller...

I was just swimming along in the designated swimming area, all was good and well. Some fish were jumping out of the water, and of course you don’t think anything of it. It’s a nice sunny day, and everybody is in a good mood. It was me and the

“Mom please, stop!” I looked into her glaring big, green eyes. When we went grocery shopping a week ago, someone had said that we look alike. I could never really see the resemblance. Feature-wise, she looked disgusting. Her hair was put up, but it wasn’t like most people’s, where it was brushed and put up. No, it was thrown up, with an uneven array of bumps and knots. I couldn’t even stand to look at her for very long.

Lyla said in a curious voice, “ Why don't we change into our bathing suits so that we can head to the water park”

“That’s right! It’s field trip day,” she announces, “and do we know where we’re going?” A wave of tiny hands fly into the air. The uncontrollable drive to be the first one to answer consumes Zane as he hops into the air and exclaims, “Pool day! We’re goin’ to the pool!”

Today was the day. I was feeling so confident. So I grabbed my brush and started screaming Taylor Swift's “Bad Blood!” I was at her concert! I wa on stage and jamming along with her! “Ouch! Mason stop!” My two year old brother was poking me so hard! “Wake up, wake up, everybody wake up!” he was screaming down the hallway. Tonight was the night of the football game. I was sure he was going to ask me out. “But whatever, boys have cooties” I thought to myself. Today is gonna be great! I was walking around school with swag and he looked at me! I had a wonderful time at the game and he actually asks

The narrator states that maybe there would be a pool in the next town. There was a pool, but with the turn of events, maybe the fact was not so fortunate. First of all the pool was closed, but because her children were so hot and tired of sitting in the car the narrator begged the lifeguard to allow her children to swim. After the lifeguard consented, she dressed her children in swimming suits and then went to find a drink for herself. When she felt a mother's intuition for her children she ran back to the pool and at first did not see her youngest daughter. Her daughter had fallen into the deep end of the pool. Although the little girl did not drown, the mother was still shaken.