Notes On ' The Night Of The Van '

I was kidnapped. The men stole me from the toy section in Wal-Mart. Said they’d buy me a Barbie. They just had to find my mother, is all, so she could give them permission. I told them she’s shopping and that I know exactly where she is. When I realized they weren’t wanting to go in that direction, I got scared and tried to run. But they were strong. They gripped me a pulled me and told me they’d kill my mom if I screamed. Their grips on my wrists tightened as

One day waking up thinking this was a normal day at my birth home, Jamaica, I walked to my grandparents’ house, stayed there for a couple of hours, then I saw this pretty, shiny, new Nissan Altima pulled up, and stopped. Moments later a tall dark-skinned guy stepped out the vehicle, fixed his hat, and walked to the door. When the doors open he burst into tears and said to me, “Hey son”, at first my siblings and I was in shock because we have not seen our father since 2004, I did not know what he looked like until I saw pictures of me and him together. Later that night we party and have fun together. The next morning, he drove in and we took pictures, then, we went to dunns-river falls, also we went and eat.

It was almost dark, my uncle called the cops to report a missing person statement. The cops were so mean. They legit told my uncle that they would not go out and search for him until he goes missing for 10 days. We had no other options but wait and pray. It was dead quiet, silence filled the room. My uncle heard a knock on the door. We all thought it was my dad. My mom and uncle rushed to the door to see if it was him. When my uncle opens the door, a stranger was standing there. He looked worried and like didn't know how to start talking or introduce himself. My uncle asked what he wanted and the man was like “ Is this Bassam’s brother?”. Bassam was my

As soon as I woke up they started yelling at me one of them even hit me I could taste blood in my mouth. At first I started crying but that only made them angrier

It was a late summer afternoon in Crenshaw Los Angles. The sun is setting and I was sitting at the stairs of the two apartment building I lived at. I was waiting for my dad to return from work. Down in the street gust of wind blew torn paper into spirals. The sun was shining through the bright blue empty sky making it hard to see through the distance as the light shines through my eyes. My father was walking towards me with the harsh light of the sun outlining his body. As my father began to come closer to me the sun began to set even more. Light fading away as soon as my father stood in front of me. As he stood in front of me I was able to smell the fresh paint that was stained on his pants all the way up to his neck. He then squats down in

Is helping the Franks and the Van Daans a really good idea? If I get caught, what will they do to me? Did I get them enough food for the day? I was walking to the secret Annex to give the Franks and the Van Daans food. They have been finding since June 1942. (http://www.biography.com/people/miep-gies-21349765 ) On the way there was a green police walking by, so I just walked on by so he won’t notice me. It did take a long time for him to go away. I went inside very quickly and quietly so they won't think it is someone trying to break in. I opened the door and I saw Anne Frank. She was very young and very bright.

It took about a month for me to learn how to fight. He was also a good archer and he also learned me how to use a bow and arrow because the soldiers were many and armed and we just could not fight against without not have any weapons. So I became a good fighter and archer. So one night me and Bill went to the soldiers camp, most of them were sleeping, but when we went to their airplane, some of them that we did not noticed started to shoot at us, we shot back at them with our bows and fought against them. Unfortunately they were to many, they beat me and Bill and took us to their prison. After a few days in prison, the soldiers leader wanted to kill us. In the moment he was going to kill us, we heard gunfire outside and after a moment something

One night in June of 2015 my friends Ben, Timmy, and my brother Austin and I were out riding my mom's vehicle. We decided to go out some back roads. We started in Roane county. On our journey we went out a lot of back roads also, some weird things occurred. We had been doing this for the past couple of months. This stuff scared me.

Father rushed my brother, Lucas and I into a room with his close friend, Stewart, he doesn't say much about himself ;not knowing what was going on we did not factious over it and stay put and quiet. Father had gone away for quite some time, I felt a chill in the air, the room turned to a dark, dirty yellow and I realized the room was not pleasant as before, like if something awful was about to happen. Then we heard noises above us, and a loud thump on the door, thinking it was father I had open the door when Stewart yelled "No!", there was a body barely holding himself up, he had what resemble three shot wounds in his chest, blood leaking and holding a gun. When I looked up to meet this wounded person's eyes they were wild, his blond messy

It was a regular day or so I thought before my heart burst into pieces. My mom cooking, I on the couch on my phone in my own little world. My mom went into my brothers room and the earth shattering screams of agony followed. She screams, “Aniyah come here!”. What I saw had me frozen in complete shock and I felt the agony taking over my mind, body and soul. The image to this day is seared into my memory never to be forgotten. It's my little brother hanging from his bunk bed. I'll never forget the day that it happened it was like yesterday, the image of an eleven year old with a bathrobe around his neck. It spoke to me of the anguish that he was going through. It meant that he took his own life and couldn't bear the crushing blows

father did not die a ‘complete’ death and that haunts him. This pain is shown in a unique way

We went to the attic to see if they had survived but when we got to the bottom step all we could see were two innocent people holding hands as they knew they were dieing. We buried them at the valley and prayed that they would go to heaven in peace. Father let me go out to play a week later. I went into the deep woods like i did when i was in school. As i walked father and father i was stopped by a metal fence.

When I was 10 years old, I was riding a bike on the bike path with my best friend when a truck crossed into our bike lane hitting her sending her flying in the air like a rag doll. I ran over to her crying looking over her screaming for her to wake up asking if she is ok. She was bloody and didn’t answer me, I was so scared. A lot of people surrounded us police, fire engines, and an ambulance. The police drove me to the police station. They told me my mom would pick me up from there. The police asked me a bunch of questions and they told me not to worry my friend is ok, she just needed to get checked out at the hospital.

This all happened when I was 5 years old, my father joined the U.S. army and was getting sent off to fight in Afghanistan for a couple of years. I had many dreams that I might never get to see him again; and the sad thing was that I didn't. He was MIA for a year or so, until they found his body in a deserted camp. I remember my mother crying for days I was only 6 when I heard, but I can still hear my mother's cry in my ear like nails on a chalkboard but then…

I was born in the cold month of February in a city called Lahore, Pakistan. People call it a city that never sleeps. My grandfather lived in India for half of his life than when the war between Indo-Pak independence in 1947 started, he came to Lahore Pakistan. Afterword’s, he found a good job at the bank and begin settling into life. I never knew that he was one of the first people who worked in the banking sector in Pakistan. He got married and had my father in 1954. Most of his life he was a great worker and a good father. He formed a good relationship with the town. My grandparents had eight kids. When my father was in college, my grandfather died because of having a heart attack. Since my grandfather was the sole earner for the family, the next earning hand was my father. He immediately got a job and helped his family. He got married at the age 30 and had five children. Two girls and three sons.