The Hottest Day Of The Winter

The novel “The Coldest Winter Ever” by Sister Souljah follows the life of the lead character Winter Santiago and her family. Born in Brooklyn,New York, Winter Santiago was the daughter of a young mother and the notorious drug dealer Ricky Santiago. From the beginning of the novel Winter lets it known that she was born into luxury, and just because she lived in the projects of Brooklyn didn't mean she was poor.In fact it was the exact opposite for the Santiago family.Winter came into adolescence as a shallow, self-centered individual, motivated solely by physical attractiveness, material possessions and the desire to attract as many men as possible. On Winter’s six-tenth birthday her father Ricky Santiago decides it's finally time to move his family out of the ghetto. Winter’s mother and sisters were very excited for the move although Winter was livid. The family’s move to a mansion in Long Island did not stop Winter from desiring her ghetto culture. It also didn’t help that neither parents were actual parents to Winter. Shortly after the family moves to Rhode island the FBI raid the house and arrest Ricky Santiago on several charges. After Santiago’s arrest his empire begins to crumble. All of the family possessions are seized leaving Winter, her mother and her three younger siblings to fend for themselves. Winter selfishness didn't let that happen,she decided to go on her own and hustle her way back into the lifestyle she once lived.Unfortunately things didn't work out for winter the way she wanted. Instead of getting things done on her own Winter looked for a man to take care of her, because that was the only thing her mother taught her. The same man that was supposed to love and take care of her let her take the fall for his crimes, and ultimately sent Winter to jail for a fifth-teen year sentence.

The animal did not make a sound. It went down hard, then got up again, and Rat took careful aim and shot off an ear. He shot it in the hindquarters and in the little hump at its back. He shot it twice in the flanks. It wasn’t to kill; it was just to hurt. He put the rifle muzzle up against the mouth and shot the mouth away. Nobody said much. The whole platoon stood there watching, feeling all kinds of things, but there wasn’t a great deal of pity for the baby water buffalo. Lemon was dead. Rat Kiley had lost his best friend in the world. Later in the week he would write a long personal letter to the guy’s sister, who would not write back, but for now it was a question of pain. He shot off the tail. He shot away chunks of meat below the ribs. All around us there was the smell of smoke and filth, and deep greenery, and the evening was humid and very hot. Rat went to automatic. He shot randomly, almost casually, quick little spurts in the belly and butt. Then he reloaded, squatted down, and shot it in the left front knee. Again the animal fell hard and tried to get up, but this time it couldn’t quite make it. It wobbled and went down sideways. Rat shot it in the nose. He bent forward and whispered something, as if talking to a pet, then he shot it in the throat. All the while the baby buffalo was silent, or almost silent, just a light bubbling sound where the nose had been. It lay very still.

When I was in seventh grade I came home from school one day to find a dog in my room. “This is Rico,” my sister, Marissa, said. “Whose dog is this?” I asked with excitement. “He’s our dog now. My friend gave him to me because she is no longer able to take care of him,” she explained. Is this really happening? I have a dog? I began to approach him to pet him and he immediately began to bark.

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

A teenage girl named alex leaves her aunt Hannah and goes hiking into the waucamaw forest to escape chemotherapy and the life she no longer wanted to keep. she had a “monster” of a tumor in her head which no medication could helper. to the tumor she had lost her sense of smell and taste. 4 days later alex was camping in the forest when a man named Jack and her granddaughter Ellie and her dog Mina. EMP ( electromagnetic pulse) Bomb Dropped. Jack Dropped dead due to his heart passer and Alex fell to the Ground. after the wave alex found out the her sense of taste and smell was returned and enhanced. At the time alex didn't know what happened and told ellie to leave Jack’s Body and go to the ranger's house where they could get help. Ellie refused

The three girls are on their way to the party when out of nowhere Talia slams on the brakes. " Why did you do that," asked Allie. " Didn't you see that," questioned Talia in a terrified voice. " Uh, no," responded Allie. " What did you see," asked Kaylee. " I don't know, but what I do know is that it was tall and looked like a dark figure, it had a black mist surrounding it," replied Talia as she started the car again. Every one was silent until they got to the party. When they get inside they see a bunch of decorations, and surprisingly everyone they knew was there also. Talia still didn't trust the fact that it was on a forbidden road.

Her pseudo-father had come home with a bullet wound in his shoulder and his would-be-target hot on his tail. The girl had pulled the trigger just as he'd kicked down their front door, sending him staggering back into the cheap stucco of the hallway before slumping onto the floor. He didn't bleed out there, though; Pamela had the sense of mind to drag him inside, even if it took nearly two minutes with how large he was compared to her. The old dog was obviously thankful for her saving his life; however, once the shock had worn off and the bullet in his shoulder was taken care of, Santos could only start thinking of the

The Coldest Winter Ever is a mettlesome novel that has a lesson to be learned. In The Coldest Winter Ever, Winter, the protagonist, is a self-centered teenager whose life revolves around herself and her looks. Winter becomes homeless, her mother gets shot, her sisters go into foster care and her father goes to jail, but somehow Winter learns how to survive with having no one. This all happens because Winter’s father, Ricky Santiaga, who is a big-time drug dealer, and when the authorities find out, they take all of his belongings (Souljah 1-430). Sister Souljah was born on July 25, 1963 in rough houses in the Bronx, New York as Lisa Williamson. She is a community activist, singer and writer. Sister Souljah

“I turn around I see her sprawled, eyes mute, leg bent upward…I draw a picture of her on the blackboard using brown chalk. I make X’s where her eyes should be…Before I leave I pick up the eraser and stand in front of the collie’s picture on the blackboard thinking…I erase the X’s” (10).

As William, John, and Kathy went in there a little puppy sat there in a ball on the ground. They went up to it to pet it but when they go close the dog barked. But they got closer and closer and the dog kept barking. They got close enough to touch it and he started to become more friendly. But William didn’t want a dog right now because it was a new house.

Christopher starts strolling through the neighborhood asking everyone in sight or near Mrs.Shears house if they heard or saw anything that happened to her dog. He decides that since Mr.Shears left Mrs.Shears, maybe he hated her enough to kill her dog. When Christopher's father finds out

It all started to walk to school. “Let’s go this way” Lucy yelled at her sister. I thought a little not of the path. But the thought of the big black pit bull at the corner. it stood at least 4 ft tall on all four and 8 on its hind paws. As I inched closer it growled louder and louder. Until it pounced at the gate getting his head over the gate. He lunged again, this time making it over I yelled and ran as fast as I could. Lucy ran down the street her sister Hannah ran to the left. I ran back to school crouched and out of breath. I asked my friend John to use his phone he replied “NO”

As time moves on, she decides to drive over to the mailbox and check on Estelle Louise. Much to her surprise, the mailbox and Estelle Louise are not there. With darting eyes, she searches the area and soon discovers that Estelle Louise’s home is on fire. Panicking, she drives in a maniacal frenzy, up Estelle Louise’s slippery driveway. Once she reaches the top, she slams the brakes,

My hands were so sweaty when I turned the knob, it just slipped. Finally, I grasped the handle and slowly creaked opened the door. I could hear her plain as day now, screeching with what was left of her lungs. I called her name and she didn't come, so I stepped onto the freezing cement with my bare feet. I crouched down to see if she was hiding under the car, but she wasn’t there. As I made my way around the car, the noise turned into a high-pitched cry, like the sound of a person stepping on a mouse's tail.

"It's ok" She said, thinking that it was probably going to be a fast trip because It wasn't too far by car. She started driving, thinking about the best route to arrive as fast as they could to his place. She was well aware of the fact that this was the first time they were together without one of them being order to do so by the captain. It was weird, for sure. An uncomfortable silence filled the car and to