Summer Speech - Original Writing

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

Stepping into the warmth of the house, she started to stomp her feet on the carpet in an attempt to get the snow off of her shoes, not that it would matter because they were going back outside soon either way. Once her parents made it into the house the conversed shortly, catching up with each other. Soon they were all ready to go back out into the cold and try their new invention. A homemade sled made from thick white plastic, holes drilled in the sides where ropes go, the sides and front folding up to make sure you stay inside.

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.”

The time was midnight and the weather was unbearable. The dirt roads had become frozen shadows of the night, making it hard for anyone to see anything. Nay one was out, most were either sleeping or stuffed into the tavern, drinking, and gambling. Nay one 's dumb enough to be outside during this night, nay one but me. From a distance, I hear a piano being played inside the tavern, just barely audible due to the sounds o ' the snow storm. I eased closer to the tavern, desperate to get some warmth and perchance a meal that doesn 't taste like crap. Nay one noticed as I entered, they were too busy drinking and gambling or both. Always too busy to notice.

Finally outside in the real world, it takes her awhile to find out where her Dad managed to park the dirty blue Honda he's had since she was 9, but nevertheless she does and stumbles inside. The trip back home was like a roller coaster, a little kiddie like roller coaster. So slow. So long. It agrivated her. They made it home safe and sound, greeted by the loud short barks of her old fart dog, her Dad went back to sleep after cursing at the dog. "Thanks." She grinned at her Dad and manged her way into the kitchen setting up the cup under the hot water

I stepped out of the car and immediately the crisp, cold air nipped at my nose. I shivered. I heard the gravel crunching underfoot as I walked to the trunk of the car to get the sleds. I grabbed the blue sled and, my mom followed me as I climbed up the snow-dusted hill, carrying the

The banging of Eathan throwing the foam basketball into the plastic hoop on the closet door, and clicking of the controllers from the xbox filled the air, as the four of us sat in my newly furnished basement. “We’re going to be back in an hour! Make sure to clean up down there before I get back!” My mom’s muffled voice shouted through the basement door, as she rushed to my little brother's soccer game. Ice lined the windows with frost, the winter time causing it to appear as if it was the middle of the night.

“Noah, once you come home today we need to go grocery shopping I have nothing but bread and cheese and a frozen lamb in this house..” proclaimed Anna “Also, let’s buy a chicken for some stew” she added on.

He stared at her blankly, seeming to not understand. With tears stinging her eyes, she pushed past him, and rushed down the hall, into the meeting room. She stared out of the window, and she realized that the snowfall ended. Great, she thought, a once in a lifetime opportunity wasted.

The boy released the tight grip he had on his mother’s coat. She gave him a small smile and lead him back to the house. He resumed picking at his dinner while his mother wandered around in front of him, wiping down clean shelves and glancing out the kitchen window every minute or so. The absence of words made the room

“Oh! Nicole honey,” my Mom says going back to the kitchen and coming back to the stairs with a to do list, “Could you go out and get the things from the store,” she goes back to the kitchen to get her wallet she

[Go up with Senior Homecoming t-shirt and hold up front and back so everyone can see]

Next we were off to my grandparents house. I dash through the door and hug my grandad. He sits me on top of the cream counter and smiles. He asks me, “Did you have a good day?” I grin and shake my head frantically up and down. I hop off the counter and walk toward the door only for my dad to stop me. “Autumn, don’t go outside. We aren’t staying long,” he proclaims. I sigh, making my way back into the kitchen. As I am about to sit down, my dad walks around the corner into the living room. I quietly rush towards the door and slip outside.

Today I was going to cook brownies for my whole second grade class. I get to do it all on my own! Mom taught me how last night and I memorized the whole process. The second I burst through my doors i flew into the kitchen to get busy.

I walked up to my mother timidly hoping that my mother would let me sleep over at my cousin 's house. Most of my family members were at the house already to celebrate my aunt 's birthday. "Is there any chance that I can stay at my cousin 's house? It 's Saturday so I don 't have school tomorrow," I said it so quietly that I was afraid she couldn 't hear me over the loud music.