“They’re here!”, Tony exclaimed as the silver SUV pulled into the driveway. He could see his aunt’s silhouette against the windshield. He watched the driver door open to reveal his aunt, a short stocky woman with blonde hair. She walked to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door. From that door came and elderly man, a bald, hunched-over figure who used a walker. As they walked up the driveway, Tony ran to the door, unlocked it, and darted outside. His aunt smiled and waved. Tony waved back, swinging his arm excitedly above his head. “Hey Tony!” his aunt exclaimed. “Hey Aunt Susan!” Tony said back. He waited for his aunt on the doorstep, watching her walk with his grandfather. Tony helped his grandfather up the front steps, then his aunt helped him settle into the living room couch.
“Come ‘ere,” his grandfather said in his gruff, raspy voice. Tony grabbed a chair and pulled it into the living room, sitting across from his grandfather. “How long has it been since I last saw you?” his grandfather asked. Tony was just about to answer when his mother came from the kitchen and said “5 years.”
“Well, you’ve definitely grown,” his grandfather said. Tony looked at himself in the mirror, trying to picture what he looked like 5 years ago. This train of thought led him to think about himself now. He was tall for his age, five feet and two inches. He shaved his black hair in a buzz cut a few weeks back, and he was the only person in his family besides his father to
“Yeah thank you.” Zuri says as she takes the keys from the young man. “So what’s your name?” asks the young man. “Oh I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself I’m Zuri and I live back over on Pine Grove Road about half a mile back that.” She says as she points back the way she came. “Cool I’m Leandro Miller and that’s my dad in the car we’re new here and trying to find our way to our new home.” The young man tells Zuri as he looks around the trailer park. “Well what’s the address? Maybe I can help y’all get there.” Zuri asks Leandro. “It’s 240 East Carrot Road.” Leandro says as he takes a paper from his dad’s hand. “Okay I know exactly where that
Once he got home, he greeted his sister Ann. He joined her and their mother at the dinner table. Mother said, “How was work today, dear? I understand you must be hungry. Let us ait a while for your father to come home.”
After that, a car came down the road and was flagged down by the grandmother. It was at this time that the family encountered the Misfit, who
It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.
The two short stories The Story of An Hour, written by Kate Chopin and The Interlopers, by Saki, are both remarkably interesting, and thought provoking.
The grandmother is a good person on the surface—at least the community thinks so—but she is also ‘mean.’ She forces her family to obey her; she sees them as an extension of herself; and she seizes ‘every chance to change’ reality. Because she convinces her son to turn the car toward the house with the ‘secret panel,’ causing the family to meet The Misfit, she seals everyone’s death. She tries to adopt the Misfit, giving him well-meaning advice and false love. (21)
As he shoved his luggage into his overhead bin, he took a seat with exhaustion. Remembering all the memories they've had at their grandparents house, when they were little. Now today would be the day to relive all those fun and exciting memories, thought Jamerson. Jamerson knew he could be able to show his Grandma Judy and Grandpa Jona, all the things he's learned from his practices in football, soccer, and basketball. Kaitlyn had finally gotten a flight attendant to come over by her. Kaitlyn began to speak, “Mrs, by any chance do you have wifi on here I could connect to?” The flight attendant Carrie had said, “I'm sorry ma'am we don't, is there anything else I can get you?” Kaitlyn didn't say anything, she sat there in disappointment. Ugh,
“Come on in,” Aunt Sarah yells, “Hello, it seems like it has been forever. I have missed you.” She darts over to Sally like a lightning bolt, to give her a giant hug, ”Now I know you just arrived, but it is late, so time for bed.”
With the cheerful mood back to normal, the students continue their sing along when an old grayish pick-up pulls alongside the Buick, catching the kid’s interest. A 1945 ford 12 ton 8 cylinders with automatic transmission, an old classic for sure, and it had the black emission smoke to prove it. An elderly man with snow-white hair, wearing a vintage Dodger cap, which dated back to the days of Sandy Koufax, was at the wheel. With a strong resemblance to the horror film actor Vincent Price, the old man looked as out-of-date as the classic he was driving. However, there was nothing scary about him. The woman, on the other hand, is presenting a more stereotyped description of what a real grandma should look like; at least that is what the kids
“Actually Tony, why don’t you sit with Elizabeth for a minute while I finish up your paperwork, then I will take you up to your room.”
She looked bemusedly at her husband, and rolled her eyes. Handsome for his age, Fridrik “Freddy” Jonas Martin slicked his floppy ginger hair out of his eyes. He really ought to cut his hair soon, Wanda thought, though she secretly liked his long hair. It reminded her of when they first met, all those years ago.
“He’s doing a lot better, Aunt Sue. He actually seems to like his new job at the accounting firm and he’s made a few friends in the city.”
“Bye auntie I’ll see you Sunday!” I yell out as I disappear through the front door. As I approach my car I hear my aunt call out: “Bye Tanya, drive safe!”
Edmund’s mom explained the whole story of where she was and how she found Edmund.
Tony was in daydream mode. He had to sit on the porch steps that hot summer day so that his mother could spot him through the screen door. Not being able to leave