Summary Of ' The Open Window '

She began to scream into the phone, into the roaring. She cried out, she cried for her mother, she felt her breath start jerking back and forth in her lungs as if it were something Arnold Friend was stabbing her with again and again with no tenderness. A noisy sorrowful wailing rose all about her and she was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house. After a while she could hear again. She was sitting on the floor with her wet back against the wall. Here we finally realize that all her fears were coming true and he life was coming to an end and there was no way of her stopping it. In these moments Connie realized all that these were her last moment and the first thought was of her family and how she thought of all the time she wished. "My sweet little blue-eyed girl," he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was

Sixteen year old Jamal Wallace is a black teenager, and high school student growing up in the northernmost of the five boroughs of New York City in the U.S. state of New York, located south of Westchester County called the Bronx. He's a very intelligent student, but in order to fit in and have friends, he only does enough classwork to hold a C average in his classes, and alternatively concentrates his skills on the basketball court. The only thing he lets himself do education wise and succeedingly well is his writing, which he keeps secret. Then two things take place, almost at the same time, which force Jamal to reconsider the direction of his life. First, his outstanding scores on standardised tests brings the interest of a prestigious private school, which offers him a full scholarship and a chance at a very different life.

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

It’s the night before the first day of high school. At 1:00AM, Jamie still nervously lies awake on her bed, while thinking about her new chapter in life. Middle school wasn’t the best experience for her, as she was bullied for being “overweight” and being a nerd. Neither boys nor girls liked her for the way she was. Jamie couldn’t wait for high school to start so she could never see them again.

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

Autumn Burrow  lived with her mother and father in an old wood cabin 15 minutes outside of the nearest town. They lived a casual life where her mother and father loved her dearly and they both worked average jobs at the family owned restaurant. Autumn is a popular girl with a few close friends but she talks to everyone. With high school starting in less than a year her parents have allowed her to stay home alone during their annual trip to Maine. Bubbling with excitement, Autumn planned to have a week full of movies, loud music, plenty of pizza, and her closest friends. On the morning of her parents flight, she woke up itching to jump out of bed, her stomach turned unable to control herself she squealed as she ran down stairs.  Her father prepared

​The morning was bright and the scorching Texas sun beamed down against my face as I stood frozen, my legs halted by the utter terror of entering this massive middle school and my heart broken by the fact that I recognized no familiar faces amongst the sea of students entering through the front door. The ones that I had fought with, grown with, and ultimately learned to love, the girls and boys that I had seen each and every school day since kindergarten were now five hundred miles away while I was alone, left here to conquer this unknown world on my own.

I long to disappear, I want the cool air to caress my cheek and I want to smile, I want to be happy, to move on. I walked past Lauras old house, a two-story Queenslander with flowers entwining on the balcony railing. The house looks lonely; the grass overgrown and dry, begging to be cut. The spider webs and smashed windows deterred anyone from entering the soul-less house. I stopped outside, inhaled the cool air in shuddered breaths.

Jenna was thinking about Aubrey. She hadn’t meant to but she was now. She sat with her back against her pillows, legs tucked in to her chest. Her warm mug burned her hands as she held it between her knees, waiting for it to cool off. A novel and some textbooks lay at her feet but she didn’t feel like reading them. She looked out the window through the rain, tucking a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. It was pouring and the sound of it tapping against her window comforted Jenna and made her relaxed. She felt the most at ease she had been in weeks. Finally she could stop pushing down everything she was feeling, and start reflecting. She thought of Aubrey and realized that she missed her. She wondered if Aubrey was still upset;

As my dad’s shiny, grey, car pulled up to the enormous building with a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt with a jab. “Bye,” I groaned as he mocked, “Good luck!” Well that helped I thought. I walked up to the big, rusty, opened doors with the vice principal there to greet me. This was going to be a long year…

Millicent observed as her mother got up from the bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind the ear, turned and she walked away, without another sound. Millicent got out of bed and walked to her window that looked out at the street of the neighborhood, she thought it was probably a little after midnight, since the neighboring lights were off, expect for the light post almost directly outside her house, she looked down

That evening Kollins returned home, like everyone else at six. She ran up to her room, and wrote down how perfect everything seemed today. After, she scurried down the stairs, to find a fresh batch of cookies lying on the windowsill to cool. She bounced a cookie around in her hand until she was able to handle the heat. She grabbed a glass of milk and plopped down on the chair, diagonal to where her mother sat. A sheer look of sadness covered her mother’s face. “Kollins, I need to tell you something very important.”

It was just another November outside the city, fairly poor on spare-time choices, but rainy and gray. Right between sudden showers, Carrie decided to move towards the mail box and send a letter she’d never be replied to. For years so far she tried to solve the mystery of her origins, writing to a father figure that did not seem too realistic. Sometimes, at night, before she reached the happiness of an undisturbed dream, she realized it might be just a story. Over and over again she moved forward from her blindness, but believed the story already at dawn. That is simply how life functioned in her small village-she had to hold on something!

Maria, a girl who was seventeen and struggling to get through everyday of her senior year at Riverview High School. She’s never had an easy life, but she knew value. Any money she would get, she would save for anytime it was needed. She didn’t take anything for granted. She was practically raising her little brother Matthew, a brown haired, green eyed, bright seven year old little boy. Her dad was about as useful as a broken nail, always running around chasing the memories he made up, but believes are true. Her mom had passed away when Matthew was two. She had gotten diagnosed with terminal cancer, there was no cure. But all the pain and struggling would change one sunny day at the place she hated the most, school.

“Don’t be late for school,” my mom said. “I know, I know,” I replied as I looked over my school supplies list to make sure I had everything. Today was my first day of middle school. I was so nervous! Would middle school be hard? Would there be a lot of homework? What would 6th grade be like? I had so many questions that were left unanswered. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. My bus would be coming at 8:12 so I had to go. Putting on my shoes, I said goodbye to my mom and left for the bus stop. I saw other students leaving their houses to get to the bus stop. I wondered whether any of them would be in my grade. Since I moved into my new house, I hadn’t met any of my neighbors. Perhaps one of them would be my friend by the end of the day. When the bus came, I quickly got on. I looked at the students getting onto the