My Favorite Day

Then, when we woke up we went to the hospital to go see my Dad. He was in the hospital because his wife through boiling water at him because they got into a fight. So when we got into his room he called me Beba and we both started to cry. After we started to talk I asked him why he left? He said he didn’t want to leave that his wife begged him to and he finally leafed with her to make her happy. Then I asked him why he couldn’t make me happy and stay in Rhode Island with me and my mom he said he couldn't and he didn’t know why. So I changed the topic and we all talked for hours until it was time to go. And that was the last time i saw my

One night, Santa Clause was delivering gifts at an orphanage. One of the toddlers at the orphanage wakes up and climbs out of his crib. “BANG” he fell on the ground and started to crawl towards Santa Clause gift sack. Buddy starts his journey once he got into Santa’s gift sack. Santa did not realize that a toddler snuck into his gift sack. Santa arrives back to The North Pole, and the elves and him hear something moving in the sack. A second later a baby crawls out of the gift sack. Santa and the elves were in shock when they saw the baby. The baby’s name is on the baby’s

It was Christmas Eve when Buddy finally found a home that he could call his own after stowing away in an old fat man's red bag. Little did he know that he was taking a trip to see Santa Claus, the North Pole, and would never come back...

The author paints a whole scene with Santa dying: Santa falls down on his “jelly belly” (16) and “he can’t breathe, and the beautiful white world he loves goes black” (13-15), this portrays that Santa is dead. Santa’s world is black because he is somewhere far, far away. His world is black because he is empty because the people who used to love and keep him going disappeared, they don’t believe him anymore. Since the grownups obviously know that Santa’s a fake, every time a kid gets “enlightened” about the “truth”, Santa experiences emptiness and dies because he’s dead to the nonbeliever’s heart… The author also portrays the reaction from Santa’s family about his

It was on a Tuesday and we were in the car alone as he was the one driving. He asked me about school and before he had finished talking, I rolled my eyes and responded: “it’s none of your business”. I continued without looking at him “you don’t always have to ask me about my day, you’re just my dad”. It was terrifying, but I did it. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever done, in fact, I almost chickened out. I did the same thing to my mom an hour later. I was only able to do this because my mom had no idea of what had happened, my dad had just dropped me off and went to work. I was kind of nervous and scared about doing it again because of how my dad had reacted. She said hi to me and chatted for a while. She told me to go freshen and come help her clean. I Interrupted and told her no and as she was about to speak again, I rolled my eyes and went upstairs. She was shook and didn’t react until a minute

Christmas ‘08. My dad had been laid off and was currently working at Best Buy. I knew that had happened and I knew that we hadn’t gotten any new toys since. Christmas was fast approaching and the only thing my siblings and I wanted was the brand new PS3. For our parents, we knew this was an impossibility. But Santa and the elves?

After how long I have waited, I did not want to get that trip taken away. I dreadfully got back into the car, realizing I needed to be quiet and not say anything because it made the situation worse. Minutes dripped by slowly slipping through my mind. My phone was taken away so I could not blank everybody out through music. The car ride was long and enduring even though no one had talked so it seemed to move faster. It started off as a whisper and I could tell something was up due to my dad’s facial expression. He started yelling at my mom over the situation and that she should have just left me alone. I agreed with him strongly nonetheless I did not like seeing my mom upset and flustered. Out of nowhere, words slipped from my mouth and passed through the car hitting my dad hard. I was sticking up for my mom because it was instinct. I realized that this whole thing was my fault and our family time had been destroyed speedily over an issue that could have been resolved so easily. My dad pushed his foot on the pedal accelerating the car and made a sharp turn getting onto an

Its getting late and i didn't know what to do. I've been sitting in my cozy room down stairs with my tv and phone in my hand for what seems like hours but have couldn't be because I just ate dinner. I can hear everyone's footsteps and low voices above my head going down the stairs right now. Getting up off my bed and turning off my tv i hear my dad call for me. i take off my sweatshirt and put my shoes on. I turn my light off and walk out the door down the bright hallway.

All throughout the week all I thought about was a party and finally Friday came. My friends were Overjoyed to have me hang out with them later than usual I was happy as well. As my curfew approached I told him I needed to start heading back, but they wanted to make me stay longer. Although the temptation to stay longer came, I thought about how long it took me to earn my parents trust so I declined and headed home. On the way home i felt disappointed and regretted going home, but when I got home my father had a huge grin on his face and I asked him why he was so happy. He told me how proud he was that I kept to my curfew and he told me how much of a man I was for not breaking his Trust. To top it all off he told me that I can be out as late as I want because i earned his trust. Hearing those words come out from my father's mouth made me very delighted and thrilled. It was from that moment I felt that I had become a man not because I was wanting to feel like one, but because my father respected me as one and I had earned

Being very shy and timid I didn't tell anyone I was needed at home by 9:30. Believing it wouldn't be a big deal I went home when everyone else did but, the parents were all the way in the clubhouse which will take them ten minutes to get to the car. As we waited with patience the parents finally got there and we were got. Panicked and scared I looked at the time it was 10:15, I was forty-five minutes late. I was thinking since I had gotten no notifications they didn’t care, but I was soon going to be in a pit of regret. Finally, we got to Mcdonalds, I felt my phone buzz rapidly it seemed like it was a one million texts, there were texts with all caps then realized these texts were from about ten to fifteen minutes ago. Panicking, I said I’m on my way, really I was kidding and going to stay at Mcdonalds. Mistakenly I did not take their tracking app into consideration. Soon to be in a hole of embarrassment I noticed a large truck pull into the Mcdonalds parking lot, It was my dad. Rushing to eat all my food I see my dad stomps

I set down my bags full of party supplies onto the counter, and I walked over to the stairs that lead down into the garage and saw Mr. Francis waddling up the stairs and struggling to keep all the bags in hand. After all of the party supplies were brought upstairs, Mr. Francis and I got right to work. We put out all of the snack trays, blew up balloons just for fun, set up all of the decorations, and made a little snack bar with plastic plates, silverware, snack trays, red solo cups, and four different kinds of soda. Mr. Francis and I got done setting up just in time and before we knew it, there was a knock on the door. Mr. Francis went to welcome my friends in and as soon as he opened the door, I saw Santa Claus’s jolly face and Rudolph’s bright red nose. Santa was dressed in his Sunday best, a knit wool Christmas sweater

When Dad came home, he and Mom argued. Dad asked mom to ask her mother for money to help develop the ‘cyanide-leaching process’ he was working on to separate gold from rock.Mom said how her mother had told her that we could live with her if we needed help and that made dad mad. Their argument continued the next day and dad said that mom could find work because she had a teaching degree,mom told dad that she was an artist. Dad had mom hanging out of the window dangling with my holding on to dad so she wouldn’t fall. Mom accused dad of trying to murder her but dad responded with him saying he saved mom from

It was a dark gloomy day.keep in mind that these are My favorite days in the week. So I wake up feeling really good. To a point where I question why the hell I feel so good. If you ever had one of those days you know something bad always happens when you feel like that. Well, this day something did happen and to me, it was pretty bad. So anyways it was a Thursday when it all went down. I was in New Orleans for a visit to my grandparents' house. The morning went so smoothly. I remember the fresh smell of breakfast. The aroma of pancakes, eggs, and bacon filled the house making me want to get up and run to the kitchen just to make sure I get the first plate of freshly made food. Thanks to my grandmother who always kisses me(on the cheek)whenever I get up or thanks to my grandpa who is always up yelling about how something is always happening. They always take good care of me.

I woke up abruptly by the noises outside my room. I got up from the bed and peeked outside my door. I could hardly understand what they were saying. But once I noticed their faces and gestures, they were having banter. There was a conflict between my dad’s side and my mom’s side, so I was relieved. I went into the bathroom and started getting ready for the day. After I got out of the bathroom, I got dressed and went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Luckily, there were leftovers of fried chicken. My uncle said to me and my sister that we were going to an amusement park. I thought it was Disneyland since we were in California, so I was thrilled, and can’t wait. We were ready and we headed to the car parking building. We split into two cars. We set a GPS location and were headed to an amusement park. It was so tedious, waiting until we get to our destination. I decided to take a nap until we get there. My mom woke me up, still sleepy, I saw a roller coaster going up in the air, then disappearing. After a few minutes have passed, we walked up to the guy selling tickets. It was not cheap though, but we paid the entry fee. The place was attractive, but it was not the Disneyland that I whined for in the car. It was an appealing looking place. The place smelled like a park, but with more cotton candy.

If I were to be asked today when the last time I read a book willingly, with absolutely no attachments to a school assignment, I could safely guess it has been about five years. Throughout my history of living, there has been a decreasing trend in books I have read for pleasure. I can remember being read stacks upon stacks of books and poems, biographies and autobiographies, short stories and even the entire collection of the Junie B. Jones series by my mom who was probably more obsessed with the wacky life of a mischievous kindergartner than I was.