Summary Of ' The ' Girl Snickers '

“SHE’S DEAD AND SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK! NOW SHUT UP!” Allison shouts and runs to her room. “ALLISON!” I shout. “I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF MOMMY!” Amelia screams with tears running down her face. “Don’t say that sweetie, you don’t mean that,” I say. “YES I DO!” She runs to her

I nod and mumble, “Thanks,” and maneuver the car out of her driveway. I drive to the house she pointed at, and park. Before I can unhook my seatbelt, Malcolm opens the front door and runs towards me.

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Let me out. You get in first." She meant that he was small enough to straddle the drive-shaft hump, in the middle of the seat, between her and Dan, but when she stepped outside the Buick—even for just a second—a hailstone ricocheted off the roof of the car and smacked her right between the eyes. "Ow!" she cried, holding her head. "I'M SORRY!" Owen said quickly” (125).

She obviously could not see my house if it was looking her in the face so I point this out to her. “Um excuse me, I think that we passed my destination” I said. She is silent and continues to steer the car. I realize that she begins to accelerate and I get cold feet. I try again, this time in a shaky voice I cry, “TURN AROUND!”

Smith waiting frantically, “Gosh Isiah you scared me, you’re lucky I covered for you guys”

asked for a room. When one of the woman told Ms. Young that only one bed was needed Ms. Young

Jacks had been eavesdropping on the two young ladies, and he wished to make them feel better. “Hello,” he smiled warmly as he walked up to Kate and Darby, “Kate, there are still many people stuck inside that overcrowded airplane, and I want you to help me rescue the other trapped people.” He immediately saw a change in Kate’s face. Kate was someone who needed action and constant movement to stay positive, and Mr. Jacks knew this was just the right thing to help her. “Come on, we need to get the others out.” he continued, “Kate, I want you to come with me, and Darby,” Mr. Jacks turned to Darby, “I want you to stay out here with my dog. If we don’t come out in ten minutes, find a mirror and come in after us. So will you two join me?”

“I hope you brought a phone charger!” Rachel said excitedly as she started up the car. “This is going to be a long drive and I can’t have my phone die, but, at least texting doesn’t use much battery.” George shook his head and plugged the phone charger into the cigarette lighter. “It’s a good thing I’m a great multitasker, even while driving,” stated Rachel. As Rachel pulled out onto a busy road, with her new cell phone in one hand and her other on the steering wheel, George

However, they stood side-by-side; holding hands, and scrutinize the firefighters as they fought the fire. In due time, the paramedics emerge from the back of the house, carrying a stretcher with the injured truck driver on it. Nevertheless, Estelle Louise and Clemmy Sue somberly prayed for the truck driver, as the paramedics placed the stretcher in the Ambulance, and drove away. By now, they are somnolent and their footsteps sluggish as they staggered towards the pickup, their friend Sheriff Johnstone drove over, and motioned for them to join him. They wearily slide into the back seat, when Estelle Louise closed the door the Sheriff says, “The driver of the semi was not seriously injured. He was out of the truck when the fire started. He said he lost control of his rig when it took off like a wild stallion. Estelle Louise, he takes full responsibility, for the accident and promises to set everything

She pulls open the cool metal car door disturbing a layer of frost as she does so before climbing in and slamming the door shut behind her.

It’s the next day, a chilly, yet humid Saturday. We only have that one piece of bread. Poppa didn’t eat yesterday. I can tell he’s acting a little differently. Fleetwood’s crabbier than yesterday, and that takes a lot to be worse than yesterday. I don’t even know what to do. It was later, at around 11:30, and Poppa and Fleetwood were in an argument, God knows what about. I was in the basement, because some dust got inside, and I was using cloth to cover up the holes. I heard my name get thrown around multiple times, so I went up the stairs to hear more. “You can’t let all of us suffer like this!,” Fleetwood shouted. “There is nothing I can do. It’s the matter that I can’t even walk around the house to check the chickens!” I feel bad, because this isn’t a good time to be living in this house. At the same time, both of them said the worst thing possible. “Send

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

“It’s just that I’m not used to this.” I tried to keep my shaky voice steady, but couldn’t. I figured she would understand, but instead she yelled out,

Kalyssa wrenched the door open and slid into the front passenger seat. After several tries to close the door, Kalyssa was ready to kick it off its hinges.