Short Story : ' Penny Time For School '

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

Her father was a drunk, her mother was mentally ill, all she had was her three siblings to struggle with her by her side. Throughout her life she wasn’t given all that she needed, and her parents put her in many dangerous

As I stepped into the mud room to take off my bright pink rainboots, I knew something was not normal. As I glided onto the sleek wood floors to grab a crunchy after-school snack, I hear my mom descend down the carpeted stairs slowly, becoming aware that this will not be a normal “how was your day at school” conversation. I raced to the cabinet to grab my fix of Goldfish and I sat down on the floor to get a little snuggle time with my dog before my world was turned upside-down.

They took a sharp turn over a some railroad tracks and the back door flew open. Jeannette rolled out of the car, she rolled many yards on the embankment. When she came to a stop, she was too shocked to cry and she all bloody and scraped up. She called herself a burden, and said they could do fine without her. When her family turned around and came screeching to a halt, her dad got out of the car, knelt down, and tried to give Jeannette

Karen did everything for her kids without any help. Things got hard for her sometimes but she made sure that her kids had everything they needed. She was in a terrible situation and she didn't want her kids to know and have them worry about it. She had a two weeks to pay her rent and she didn't know where she was going to get the money. There was some money she had save up but it was for her kids dance class. Karen didn’t want to take her kids out of their dance class so using that money wasn’t an option. She had to figure out what to do before it was too late.

She learns to value her family, not be ashamed of them or herself, and not to wish to change her life. Only by the end of the story, did she realize how truly blessed she was. She felt so disappointed with her family after her mother began to work. She thought that it was dishonorable that her mother was being forced to work, so she attempted to hide it as best she could. At school, someone carried a pure white umbrella. She pictured it as everything she wished for that she could not have, whether it was beauty, good grades, or even wealth. Only after she received one of her own did she see how lucky she really

A girl named penny and her family have just moved back in town Penny noticed a red car at Mrs.Ruthie’s house and saw Caleb Devlin in the car.

She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single

Her family had enough money to send her to school until the 8th grade; after that, they couldn’t afford it anymore. Her clothes were made from other shirts and pants being cut and sewed together. Her food was always potatoes and rice, nothing else; she was always searching for more things at dump yards. Some of her friends had it far worse than her, some didn’t even have a home. She never had any goals such as college, but it never stopped her from giving up.

She was sad because she how stressed her parents were because they did not have enough money. She became even more sad when she realized her grandparents, that live right around the corner from them were in an even worse situation and had nobody to take care of them. Her mom used to work as a cleaning lady, which meant she had to sleep in the house she was working for, while her father was denied from every job he applied for. After a while, her dad got a job that paid the minimum wage, but it was better than nothing, she said. Her quit her job and stayed home with her

She smiled at her father’s note. She then sighed and started getting dressed. She decided on something simple. A short red skirt with a gray tank top and red and gray jacket. She pulled on her sandals and brushed her hair. She put on minimal make-up, since she didn't really need it. Then she grabbed her bag, phone, and an apple to go. She hopped in her car and headed to the fifth school she had ever attended.

There was a burning sensation going down her cheeks, they wouldn't stop. And no matter how hard she tried to hold it back she just ended up sobbing harder, taking large stuttering breaths every second. She could barely see, the tears clouded her eyes and she felt oh-so weak.

Alison was sitting in the Rec Room at 2am the same night, staring out at the city. She didn't want to go to the roof, she couldn't go back to the roof. It reminded her of Noel, and Noel was gone. She sat on the window sill, with her legs pulled to her chest. She had been sitting there since she had taken a shower. It took forever for the water going down the drain to turn clear. She cried the whole time, to a point she was out of tears.

After reading the essay multiple times, at first, I felt sympathy for her because of her being a child accustomed to the finer things and having that taken away from her suddenly. Then, as I began to think about her situation, I began to be proud of her for enduring what she did and still coming out a powerful person. It takes a strong person to discuss personal things that have occurred in their life as well as show their weaknesses and vulnerabilities. I was impressed with her capability to provide as much vivid detail as she did.

It all started when she was on her way home from school. It was her birthday and she couldn’t wait to spend it with her friends. On her way back to her house a man in black cornered her into an alleyway and forced her to give him her money. She was terrified and wished that the man could just freeze so she could leave. Before she knew it the man stopped moving