Narratorical Essay : The Jones Betrayal

Although seemingly innocent, the small town of Corrigan, where the novel, Jasper Jones, is set, is home to a vast number of lies and secrets, and holds an immense amount of deception and manipulation within its walls. Secrets are a pivotal part of life and the human experience, and Jasper Jones reflects this in a relevant and thought-provoking manner, presenting the ways in which secrets and deceits can alter a person’s life for the worse, and cause emotional damage and trauma to those involved with the dishonesty.

School has just let out for summer. John has daily chores to complete to help his dad with the workload of the ranch. John liked the work on the ranch he had a love for the land and the horses. Between his girlfriend, mom, and sisters john felt overcrowded with women and wanted to be away from them. When john got into the truck to leave he tells his friend “...Women! Between Kelsey my sisters and my mom I haven’t had a peaceful minute in weeks!” John was ready for a change of scenery.

Following the death of her son Aibileen gets a job working as a maid for Elizabeth Leefolt who has just had a baby girl Mae Mobley and is in need of help taking care of her. Aibileen tries her best to teach Mae Mobley

It’s been two months since the incident happened with Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones and I. It’ll be nice if I could find her and thank her for the life lesson she taught me on the night of the incident.

The Hamilton Affair, a historical fiction novel written by Elizabeth Cobbs, centers around the love story of Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler in addition to incorporating their upbringings and accomplishments up until the time of their deaths. The story itself is divided into two parts each entitled by two words that appropriately summarize their theme: Part 1-Love and Revolution and Part 2-Betrayal in Redemption. There is an immediate shift in mood between these two parts in order to reflect the changing nature of the times. A constant excitement characterizes Part 1, as Alexander and his fellow colonists struggle for independence during the American Revolution and sparks fly between him and Eliza upon their initial flirtation and eventual marriage. This is particularly reflected in Cobbs’ vivid imagery of the setting where Eliza and Alexander first meet: “The fire’s glow on the red-flocked wallpaper gave a rosy hue to the polished silver and porcelain” (Cobbs 129). However, in Part 2, the so-called “honeymoon phase” of the Hamilton’s marriage is over, and the harsh realities of real life settle in, as Hamilton’s political and well as familial life is consistently tested, which ultimately leads to his affair with Maria Reynolds and the subsequent heartbreak Eliza experiences. Eliza’s inner dialogue establishes a nostalgic tone, as she ponders happier times where “everything seemed rosy,” and she and Alexander “danced until the wee hours” (210). Given the effects

Cora Lee had many children. As a child she was obsessed with baby dolls. Every Christmas she would get a new baby doll. Until she was 13, when her father said she was too old. Beginning in her sophomore year of high school, she started having babies one after another. Cora Lee neglects her children as they get older since she can only take care of them while they’re babies. Kiswana catches one of Cora Lee’s children eating out of a trash can and takes him to his mom to tell on him. Kiswana then see how filthy Cora Lee’s apartment is. Kiswana offers her to come and bring the children to a play. So Cora Lee cleans her children up and they all go to the play with Kiswana. Cora Lee is touched by seeing how much her children enjoyed the play and from that day to vowed to be a better mother.

Miss Leefolt has never been mean to her and has been easy going until Hilly insists that Miss Leefolt install a bathroom for Aibileen. Hilly says that installing a bathroom will increase the house value and the help “ carry different kinds of diseases” ( Stockett 10). Aibileen has not had much thought of wanting things to change because this is the way they are. It was not until Miss Skeeter asked “ Do you ever wish you could...change things?” (Stockett 12) that Aibileen starts becoming bitter about the treatment of her and her friends.

Nineteen Eighty-Four is a fiction novel about totalitarianism and the destiny of a man who tried to escape from a political power. The book was written by George Orwell in 1948 and had the Soviet Union as a prototype of the government described in it. In the book, betrayal is a recurring theme. Every single character in the book has betrayed one another throughout the story.

This short novel have taught me something important. This mere world of fictional characters, places, and actions have shown me that i've got a wonderful sister (don’t tell her I said that), and two outstanding parents. And that's all you need. Those connections, shared memories, and strong bonds is enough to keep a family together. Not a fancy car, a private island, or an unlimited bank accountant. So I say thank you Cadence, thank you Mirren, Johnny and Gat. Thank you for teaching me a lesson, for showing me that fiction is oh so close to

When the image of a spy headquarters comes to mind it usually prompts the shadowy corridors filled with even more shadowy people, talking in hushed voices about the hottest assassination or newest spy gadget. It made sense that somewhere filled with killers and spies would take on the character of its inhabitants. If one were to base the character of its inhabitants on the appearance of the JNI HQ in Poltaur, they would expect themselves to be in the company of priests or perhaps a school teacher.

'Oh, nothing important, actually' answered Gracia, smiling. 'It's just that I got bored with that food that you eat. Therefore, yesterday I programmed different dishes in Silverbull's kitchen. Do you remember what I told you once about the importance of the taste in the food? And as you don't let me cook … '

“Sergeant there's been a breach in our code.” “Fix it” the Sergeant yells while sweating like an olympic sized pool. Then the pixels swooped in and carried the men off to an unknown land.

In the story, Mrs. Luella bates Washington jones was walking home when a boy named Roger came around the corner and tried to steal Mrs. Jones’ purse, or pocketbook. When he did the strap broke and he fell to the ground. Mrs. Jones used her foot to hold he down and then she picked him up and told him to pick up her pocketbook. While he did she asked him why he tried stealing her pocketbook and he said that he didn’t have any money and that he wanted a pair of new shoes. She saw how dirty he was and ask if anyone told him to wash his face or anything and he responded that there is no one at home. Mrs. Jones realized that and said, still holding him, that if he was her son that she’d make him wash that face and then she started walking home dragging

She had to admit that Jerry was changing; no developing would be the better word. She was not ready for that shifting, not yet, but from the look on his face. No, she was overstressing. Emin’s song on the neighbor’s radio jammed her thoughts. She exhaled slowly and eventually walked over to lock the side door. She looked out the glass door window and stepped away, then reluctantly she looked out the stained glass window again. She thought somebody was standing in the walkway, but it was empty. She quickly checked the electronic deadbolt, and her mind turned to the day when her supervisor Mr. Deep installed the electronic lock on the side door two summers aback. A series of sudden break-ins in the neighborhood and the startling murder of Mr. Gibb and his family on the 4th of July in 2000 had forced many families to fear for their personal safety. Ironically, the murders brought her back to Ohio, and time held her captive even bordering on

He owes me a thing or two. Knows I’m discrete about debts. And that, kids, is why this tired old gumshoe is at the insider Ball of the year watching Mechs pretend to be Techs while flesh skins rub elbows with natural born humans; and me on the sideline waiting for the orgy to begin.