Research Paper On Sinkholes

Imagine living in a small town where there are so many natural disasters; such as sinkholes, lighting strikes, muck fires, and nighttime freezes that threaten to kill groves of tangerines. These many events occur in the novel titled Tangerine written by Edward Bloor. A boy named Paul Fisher just moved from Houston Texas to a county in Florida named Tangerine and already starting to have problems in his school such as bullying. Being known as the Eclipse Boy or Mars is a terrible feeling for a new student to go through in a new school. Not only is Paul Fisher being bullied in his school, but also within his own home by his dissolute brother Erik, who only cares about the “ Erik Fisher football dream.”

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

"More news about the earthquake the devastated California this afternoon." The news buzzed softly in the background, piquing (f/n)'s interest. "So far three-thousand-four-hundred casualties are confirmed couple that with the countless missing and injured you have one of the most devastating quakes to hit California since 1906." The news Anker affirmed. "It appears that the Hayward Fault may have been the culprit of this catastrophe. We'll continue to bring you updates as they come." With that, it switched over to a talk show that you guessed it spoke about the earthquake. (F/n)'s eyes began to droop after all she worked third shift and hadn't gotten any sleep since the debacle with her

Jared thought about Justin’s story for the rest of lunch. He wasn’t sure he entirely believed it because Justin was known for telling outlandish stories. The thought, however, remained with him; maybe he wasn’t the only one seeing or experiencing unusual things. Maybe something really strange was going on in East Bay. Jared reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded piece of paper from his Economics class. While no one was looking he quickly wrote, ‘Old man in Lake Willowberry,’ he circled it and attached it to one of the branches before quickly shoving the paper back into his pocket.

It was a hot day in Death Valley. In Death Valley there was Donna, Gina, Jenny. They couldn’t leave Death Valley because their car ran out of gas. So they saw,found a campsite with three trailer’s their and one trailer there was beer, and old can food. Another trailer had old strawberries, and a radio and they touched the radio and strawberries. The last trailer they found a sink and drunk the water first they said “it was hot water.”Then they say “it is the worst water i’d ever tasted but also the best.” Then it all happen they were stuck for days without a phone, a shower,bath.

Through the angle in the screen door I saw my father who had been walking into his room wheel around on one of his rubber-booted heels and look at her with his blue eyes flashing like clearest ice beneath the snow that was his hair. His usually ruddy face was drawn and grey, reflecting the exhaustion of a man of sixty-five who had been working in those rubber boots for eleven hours on an August day, and for a fleeting moment I wondered what I would do if he killed my mother while I stood there in the porch with those three foolish mackerel in my hand. Then he turned and went into his room and the radio blared forth the next day’s weather forecast and I retreated under the noise and returned again,

In Alabama, in the country, next to a dirt road and a muddy lake that was full of green water, where you couldn’t go to sleep because the frogs croaked too loud, there was a large house. The large house was made of splintery wood, and was inhabited by only one person. Now, the lake that his house was built on had been where a boy named Ronald Pratt had been ran over after removing the bricks from in front of the wheels of a flaming portable, saving the lives of many kids after the portable rolled into the lake and the fire was extinguished. One day, the man who owned the house was in his bed at 8:30 pm and he heard a whisper. He couldn’t make out any words, but he heard it all right. He pulled out a flashlight and grabbed his rifle to go and

Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \

About halfway through the day Kullan and his friend Jake were drowning in pop tarts during lunch. As they walked back to their classroom, a sense of disquietude fell over the hallway. No more than half a second later there were sounds of gunshots and screaming coming not too far from where the children were standing. A teacher Kullan saw a couple days ago came sprinting around a corner, she stopped long enough for him to notice that there was fresh blood stained on her shirt. Kullan was in such shock he didn’t hear the teacher tell them to run, He was jolted back to reality by a quick shake from Mr. Metten. Mr.

We arrived at our destination… so I took my headphones out, and I put my iPhone away. I stepped off of the bus to see a large brick school building with some bricks missing and multiple cracked windows illuminated by light bulbs glowing brightly in classrooms full of innocent children. I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying to avoid the large cracks in the sidewalk that were filled with ice on this bitter December day. Snow was falling and the bitter cold and my new surroundings were shaking me to the core.

The sinkhole could mean many things, such as a new opportunity has opened for Paul. When Paul’s mother enrolled him into Lake Windsor Middle School, she told Mrs.Gates that Paul couldn’t see very well and was legally blind. This lead him to be in the IEP program that prevents Paul from being on the soccer team. After the sinkhole, Paul has a chance to transfer to Tangerine Middle School without an IEP because it 'got lost along the way’. He ends up joining the school's soccer team, the War Eagles, and makes new friends at his school.

Many nights during summer vacation and holidays are spent visiting with friends at my friend, Austin Tynes’ house. On this single night of spring break, my fear would rise through the roof. A group of ten people was visiting at Austin’s house, and the group gathering was getting rather boring. It was hot and humid outside because of the early Louisiana Spring time

He made it his goal to swim through the tunnel even it killed him to do so and so the second to last day would be his day. He went over to his private beach and grabbed a rock to take him under the water quicker so he has as much oxygen as possible. When he was close to the entrance of the tunnel, he could clearly see the opening and the seaweed that was attached to the top of the hole. He swam to the entrance and started to go through the tunnel but, he forgot a flashlight to see in the darkness and avoid dangerous things. He was swimming through the tunnel and he started to float up to the roof of the tunnel and, when his back would touch the roof he got a sharp pain in his back from the rocks. He then swam into a rock that was sticking out of the side of the tunnel and hit his head. He was dazed by the hit but he continued on and he started counting and counted to 115 and thats the only number he got to. He just didn’t count on thats the only number he could think of then everything turned red. There was blood inside his goggles and then his nose started bleeding and this made him get light headed and almost pass out but he kept going because there was no turning back. He eventually made it out of the tunnel and swam to the surface and laid down on the rock and stared up at the sky. After he got himself composed, he ran back to his house to clean up before his mom came home

It was the sort of day where you would find kids outside in a pool. The excited shrieks of children playing. Lemonade being made and swimsuits being thrown on. It was the sort of day where kids would have their friends over playing with water guns. Clothes would get wet. The lawn would have small puddles filled with muddy water from the games being played. It was the sort of day for backyard barbecues where the smell of hotdogs and hamburgers would draw in those from all around the neighborhood. But, for those who lived beyond the swimming pools, beyond the muddy puddles, beyond the backyard barbecues, beyond even Mcdonalds and the grocery stores, today was not the perfect day. The only people past all the fun were in a large red