Short Story

Knees weak from climbing a flight of stairs or the anticipation of meeting Brian, I walked into his office announcing my presence with a raspy, delayed voice. Upon flinging open the door, his face lifted of his desk and stared at me with a distant expression. My first take of Brian caught me off guard, with his apple red mohawk, wearing his branded castle racing jacket and pants. Looking at his appearance you just knew he was into racing. After building up the confidence to murmur good morning we left his office to his own personal race track he made at his house. “There is more to just sitting down on a vehicle and holding down the throttle. If it was that easy everyone would do it.” For Brian racing has come at a cost and has been through adversity on and off the track.

A long time ago there was a city called Jamesville. Jamesville always had a big race every year.There were a lot of good racers in Jamesville but Raymond was considered to be the best racer in Jamesville.He was a handsome,tall man who had won a lot of trophies.Raymond had a lot of fast race cars.The other racers in Jamesville were determined to stop Raymond him from winning that year’s trophy.

-Some racers such as J.J and Victor were very laid back and were in this for only the fun. This quote is an example of a problem faced on the road. They had tire failure for the second time but they left their supplies in Texas thinking they would save gas as they were not expecting to need to change tires again. This is where the curious problem solving actions come to life in this novel.

So at age 5 his father bought a cheap “Go-Kart” for him to start out with. And you have to have a track to drive on of-cores. So, he and his dad hired someone to build a little ¼ mile track so that he could race his “Go-Kart” on it. And then Denny says,

Bobby decided to go racing after he got a gift of a 3-day class at the Skip Barber racing school. He says he was always interested in cars, but really caught the bug after the classes. Now several years into his racing career, Bobby is climbing the ladder of the Mazda Road to Indy. But the road is not without challenges. Eberle finds himself driving against 17 year-old racers who have spent the better part of their lives in go carts and

Spiegelman’s father often spends time dwelling on new problems and trying to fix them. On page 98, we hear that his father, who had been talking about a drain pipe for a while,

While I waited for the bus to arrive, I quietly counted my remaining money in my wallet: One hundred and twenty dollars.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

This warm summer morning the children and grownups of Stoneridge gathered in the center of the village. The people never laughed during this time they only smiled. We asked Mr. Summers, how much preparation goes into this he said, “ I have to do so many things, I have to get the box ready, I have to write out all the slips, it takes a lot of time.”

Alan leaned against the wall and sighed, staring at the newspaper he held in his hand that he’d payed extra for. For him it embodied his whole struggle. Ever since the stamp act was passed, he was losing money fast, and he knew it. With his ever-increasingly prevalent tuberculosis and another upcoming baby, he felt his hope and his future come out his mouth in deep red blood.

The cotton mill was extremely hot today. Westley had been forced to work at this mill at the age of 5 and continues today. Westley was skinny and short with chestnut brown hair that covered his face. He had a short nose and eyes as brown as the River Thames. His boney face was dotted with freckles. He almost couldn’t believe that he had been working here for 10 long years. How had he lasted being the way he is? The conditions were horrible and he was treated like garbage but he could never leave. He would be stuck here in London his entire life. All he ever wanted to do was move to America and become a land owner but that would never happen. Everyday all he did was clean the cotton out of machines. His only hope in life was his friends,

The boy quickly realized he had to go home. Even the workers in his father’s household were far better off. But again he needed to think things through. Maybe he could explain, argue, and excuse himself back into his father’s graces… but no… for once in his life he finally

Greg walked over, collected them all and went back to his bunk. He skimmed each paper until he came to a folded piece of paper that he quickly read. Once he finished, he ripped it up and flushed it down the toilet.

Spiros pretended to be asleep when his mother passed by his room. As soon as she left, he realized that this was his chance. It was is chance to be happier and richer.

Realizing that his life offered him little more than sharecropping, Stevie decided to hitch a ride on the B & B Railway going North. For moths, he practice running beside numerous compartments and jumping on, exhausted yet satisfied with his feat. However, he always got off and returned home, until one day when he chose to make a move and not look back. It was his ticket out of the fields. “My family lived on the Branden Farm for generations, but they were only able to scrape by. There was no way of getting out of debt,” he said. He notice how his father’s back became bowed and his mother’s hands ached and swelled from picking cotton. His older siblings were also starting to show sign of being physically spent. The boy realized that his baby sister would eventually follow along in their footsteps. If he had any choice in the matter, Stevie’s life was going to be different than his family’s, and even though he did not have much formal education he still had a desire to return to school.