Short Story : The Story Of Tarah '

(It was an early when Billy was walking to the store to see his grandpa but the only thing that was in his mind was that phone he really wanted to get but his parents did not have the money)

"Remember the good o'l days spongebob?" Squidward says whilst being sexualy assulted.*Ten years ago* "Hey squidward whats with that wierd paper holder you got there?", squidward "Hey!, don't touch that or you'll!" *papaers scatter to the ground after spongebob knocks it over* gee sorry squidward..... "You better be!, I just now got all of my music notes filed in order and YOU!! had to ruin them!" Squidwad screams with intense anger. "Hey! What about me?! Why do you never include me in your conversations!" Patrick says in aggony. "Because sponge bob here is the one and only culprit idiot!" squidward explains. " Well what was so imprtant about that wierd paper holder squidward?" Sponge bob questions. "Thats not a "paper holder" it's called a

On Holdens way home from school he begins to think about the ducks in the pond in Central Park again: “I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home. If it was where did the ducks go? Or did they just fly away?” (13). The ducks not only symbolize not a permanent change but they also symbolize Phoebe.

I don’t know why, but somehow the image of the white sands between her toes, the large palm trees hanging overhead, the cool ocean breeze, the whole tropical dream, always manages to make a smile on her face. This paradise, I imagine, must be the complete opposite at home, what with being the middle child of a younger brother, Jonathan, and an older step brother, Chandlier, two cats, two dogs, a bunny, and two tropical animals called sugar gliders. This girl, who I thought I could read like an open book, proved to be very surprising and one of the friendliest people I know.

“I was thinking about the lagoon...I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away too a zoo or something and they just flew away” (13).

When Holden is taking a cab to a hotel, he asks the cab driver if he “know[s] those ducks in [the] lagoon right near Central Park South?” and if “By any chance, [he] happen[s] to know where…the ducks [go] when it gets all frozen over?” (Salinger 60). Holden is frightened by change and disappearance, as he wants to continue being young. Holden is worried about where the ducks go because he is scared that he too will have to leave soon, since he must grow up and enter his life of adulthood. As Holden drunkenly walks the streets of New York, he finds “[the lagoon]…partly frozen and partly not frozen” and although he “walked all around the whole damn lake…[he] didn’t see a single duck” (Salinger 154). Holden desperately wants to find a duck still at the lake so that he could hold on to his hope that he doesn’t have to grow up. Instead, Holden finds the lake “partly frozen and partly not frozen”, which signifies the current state of the transition he’s in, between childhood and adulthood. The ducks in the lagoon symbolize that Holden cannot remain a child forever, and that he must accept change and no longer be afraid to grow

When Holden was taking a taxi he tried hard to make a connection with the driver. He was so desperate to make a connection he started talking about ducks. " The ducks. Do you know, by any chance?

Contradictory to the museum, the ducks are always changing, yet they still hold the same message of innocence and purity. Holden is very curious about the ducks, he is constantly wondering “where they go, the ducks, when [the lagoon] gets all frozen over,” (60). The ducks hold a deeper meaning for Holden because they represent the part of him that doesn’t know where to go or who he really is. The ducks represent change, which is something Holden struggles with and he is failing to grasp the concept of growing up.

Jihana Viara came every night, no one knew exactly where from. If there were people camped on the beach, she sat by the fire, with

Kaitlyn’s first time outside of her home state was in 2008. Her grandfather was the CEO of a grain and seed company, and would often go on business trips outside of Iowa. This time he brought Kaitlyn and her cousin Jill on a trip to Florida. This was the first time Kaitlyn had ever flew on a plane, and she was so nervous due to her fear of heights. Kaitlyn was able to persevere through the plane ride however, and visited Magic Kingdom, EPCOT, and the

I pulled out of his driveway and got back on the highway. Soon I got to my apartment building and went to my floor, 21. From the glass-enclosed elevator, I could see everything. I could see the magnolia trees, ashes, beeches, and bald cypresses. Far away, I could see the gulf and the fisheries on the water. Florida's economy was growing rapidly, in terms of fish. (Fuson and Norrell; Muller and Irvin). Finally, the elevator warning bell rang and I got off. I walked down the carpeted hallway and I was at my apartment. There, I unlocked the door and walked in. The sun was down and the stars were up. I could see lights everywhere from the other homes and buildings. I walked into my room and fell into the bed. I could tell it was time for bed. I shut my eyes and dreamed sweet dreams. It was early in the evening, yet there I rest, the only peaceful part of the hectic Florida town

Once he gets to New York, he gets into a cab and gives his cab driver the address to his house because it was a habit. Holden finally gave the cab driver the right address and got all situated, he asks the cab driver the same question, “You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?”

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

The sound of running feet crunching the snow could be heard. Panting and terrified screams drag through the day as each person is killed in cold blood. The Yeehat Natives howl at each kill they make in victory. Sounds of arrows being slinged and then silence.

To gaze into the light of who she was sent all the shadows chasing away. Tacts couldn’t hear the words that was coming from her lips. Yet it was no matter because this was the union he was hoping for. Her lips moved in time to their dancing and still the comprehension of her words slipped past his mind. What was she saying? Drum? Thrum? He leaned closer while struggling to stay in motion, in time, or was it in control.