The Boy With The Green Eyes

The author Wes Moore’s father dies at a young age and his mother Joy does her best to keep her son out of trouble. She works multiple jobs to send him to a nice private school once they move to

From death’s in the family to moving to different states, Wes has to adapt to his surroundings in order to keep going. Wes realizes that life is so much different aout of the Bronx and that he was going to have to show a sign of maturity and responsibility if he wanted to make it in the world. Wes had a challenging childhood, one where he didn’t always get his way nor be the best at everything. Despite Wes’s stubbornness and humility Wes kept his head up through all of it and ended up not only making it in this world, but leaving an impression. Wes shows the readers that no matter your battle, you are never alone.

Shirley Jackson’s story, “Charles,” is a story about a young boy telling his father stories about a boy who is doing really mean and bad things and is always getting in trouble. The father becomes worried about the influences of Charles to his son Laurie and he wants to talk to Laurie’s kindergarten teacher and parents about Charles. After the first parent teacher conference they can’t find Charles’s parents, so the next teacher conference they find the teacher and ask about Charles, but turns out Laurie is Charles. All this time Laurie was telling her father about herself and how all the bad things “Charles” is doing Laurie was actually doing. Using dialogue and foreshadowing, Shirley creates a theme of how parents don’t know their child as much as they think they do.

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

One thing that remains constant in the ever-changing world of Cormac McCarthy’s dystopian novel The Road is the relationship between The Man and The Boy. The father and son’s bond is extremely close, especially due to the isolation they face on The Road, but it is filled with love and endearment, like someone would expect any relationship between a father and son to be.

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

Rough times at home, dad drinking, problems at school, does this sound like anybody? All this stuff is happening with Doug in the book Okay for Now by Gary D. Schmidt. Doug who is 14 years old is in a home trying to get through these times. In upstate Marysville, New York in 1968 Doug lives with his abusive Dad who’s an alcoholic, his brother Chris is mean and is being accused of robbing a store, his brother Lucas who is in Vietnam, and his mother who is quiet and passive. The book Okay for Now by Gary D. Schmidt is a fictional story. In the story Schmidt shows symbolism, dynamic changes in characters, and imagery throughout it.

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

All I wanted was moments with my mom when I was nine; I did not get it. What about age ten, eleven, and twelve? My whole childhood was snatched out from under me, and I had to grow up way to fast. Don’t worry, I did not blame you. I blamed myself until I was fifteen. It was my fault my mother tried to drown my sisters and me. I saw signs and clues. I could tell she was not acting herself, but I said nothing. I didn’t go and ask another grownup for help. I put my sisters’ lives in danger, because I didn’t protect them.

I woke up today and remembered what day it is. Today, August 13, is grandfather’s 72nd birthday. Are the both of you celebrating together? Tell him I say happy birthday. I wish I could be there.

This story follows Charlie as he visits his daughter, Honoria, in hopes to receive custody of her. Charlie’s deceased wife’s sister and her husband have custody of Honoria. A few years back, Charlie was deemed unfit to take care of her as he was an alcoholic, however, he is now a “reformed” alcoholic.

At the age of 23, Charlie has a fairly good life. He has a good job with a national insurance company, and recently married his girlfriend of three and a half years, Autumn. They are expecting their first child this November. But things have not always gone so well for Charlie. When Charlie was two and a half years old, his mother Laura and father Jose Chili Pepper gave birth to their second child, Chloe. Jose and Laura knew there was something wrong with Chloe right away, because of the way she turned her hand, but no doctor in Fudge Brownie, Montana, would confirm Jose and Laura’s suspicion their daughter had Cerebral Palsy.

At age three I said “I love you mommy.” At age seven I said, “Mom, stop kissing my cheek!” At age fifteen I say, “You’re so annoying – I can’t wait to move out!” At age eighteen, I’ll be saying “I miss home.” At age twenty-seven I’ll be saying “I miss my mom.” At age forty I’ll be saying “I miss you so much; I wish you didn’t have to go.” My mom is the sun to my shine.

“Hello Sophia!” My mom said back to me, looking up from her computer while she was sitting on the couch. “I wanted to let you know that me and your dad have planned something very special and fun to do tonight!”