The Story Of Sam Wheels

“Good,” was the girl’s reply. They walked out of his house and climbed his his run down car. The paint was chipped, and it needed new tires, but he adored it. They had decided to go get frozen yogurt, as a cool treat on a hot summer day. The frozen yogurt shop was packed to the brim with sweaty, smiling faces, in for their favorite flavor. As he sat down next to Paige on the curb with his slightly melted dessert, he thought about all the hard times he had just been

Another theme contributing to the story is the obvious parental neglect that takes place in the narrator’s home. The girl makes the distant relationship between her and her

Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.

An hour later, Eva was flagging down a yellow Volkswagen beetle driven by a hyper looking black dude with a close shaven head and a goatee. He was on his way back to the local university campus. The dude was very talkative and kept eying her, asking too many personal questions. He was going back to school after Spring break with his parents and his spoiled brat sister. She was all of ten years old old. Born when his mother was pushing fifty and he was already twelve years old. Up until that point, he had been the apple of his parents eye. Now, he was Juana's trouble making 22 year old

Next to the front door, Noah had propped a backpack up against the wall. From it, he fished out car keys, hissing as they crashed against each other. He packed his car halfway down the block tonight so his mother wouldn’t hear it as it scuffled down the driveway, see the headlights as he sped off. He shouldered the backpack, readjusting his balance as the weight shook him back and forth. He sent another glance towards upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. She would hate him for this. She would destroy him for this.

In Another Thanksgiving Dinner the author conveys how Hannah’s relationship changes with her father throughout the story by using the character’s feelings and actions.

She kept asking if she should cook dinner, but he wouldn’t answer her or talk to her. Mary noticed he wasn’t acting the same and that he was zoned out all the time. She was furious with him, and she left the room to figure out what she should do. She left to go to the kitchen, but she felt light and sick about what he did.

Richard and I go to breakfast and we talk, or should I say Richard talked about his job,money and even about the damn Market crash. While he was talking,I kept hoping James would come in to save me. Breakfast ends and we go our separate ways.

Emily Grierson is a very misunderstood individual. She lived her entire 74 years of life in the same house in the same city of Jefferson, Mississippi and yet, only a very small group of people can claim they know much about the woman, especially during the later years of her life. She had a mysterious way about her which intrigued all of those around her. The story of “A Rose for Emily” does not occur in chronological order and as a reader, it almost portrays the illusion of being a newcomer to Jefferson, Mississippi and learning about her story through gossip which plays a huge role in this story. As the story begins, Mrs. Grierson has just recently passed and the town gathered at her residency to give condolences and subdue their curiosities.

Saturday afternoon , Sam and Colleen arrive at the hospital to visit Erika. Henry leaves to run some errands and give them alone time together . Erika's skin looks pale from her accident , her eyes and mouth wide open , she takes a deep breath every two minutes. Her mom Mrs. White sits in the chair next to her holding on to her hand as she cries. “ Is she gonna be OK?” “ I don't know , the doctors say she's in a state of shock , something scared her to where she is like this .” Sam goes up to Erika holding her hand . “ Erika its me Sam , we miss you , I miss you.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear. “ I'll get Scratch for this , even if it takes my last breath.”

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

“I’ve got a wonderful job offer so we are moving to Georgia,” her dad had spit out, finishing her mother’s sentence. Caylee’s happiness came tumbling down. Now she had wished it Zoe was getting something instead of this. “How could something like this happen?!” she had thought. Caylee didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to reply, she didn’t want to leave her friends, and she didn’t want to cry. Caylee ran out of the kitchen as her eyes filled with tears. Her mom had tried to grab as she ran, but she had pulled away.

“Okay dad. You got it. We’re only ten minutes away, anyway. So, you’ll never guess who I ran into last week. George Hingman, remember him? That skinny kid from the project that used to stick to you like glue when we were kids? Well, he happened to see Jim and I in the mall a couple of weeks ago. George stopped us to say hi and asked me how you were. About all I said is that you were out in California now, which seemed to disappoint him a lot. It was important to him that I get word to you that he owns a construction business now and has nine guys working for him. All the stuff you taught him came in big time handy. It seems valuable to him that you are proud. Oh, and guess what else?—” She was still updating her dad with everything new that

“yeah, yeah,’ smiled Abby. Abby was on her way. She was running a little late but it was okay Caleb would not care. Abby hopped into her black Mustang and headed for Caleb’s house. It was very stormy and hard to see much of the road. Abby drove very carefully. Caleb didn’t live more than fifteen miles away but to get to his house Abby still had to drive on the highway. After about fifteen minutes Marcus headed out in his mom’s car since Abby took the Mustang. The storm was getting worse now he then got a text. It was from Caleb and it said, “Are you guys coming?’ that scared Marcus. Abby should have almost been there. Marcus kept driving and was hoping Abby would make it. He looked down as he got another message but couldn’t open it until he passed the canyon. He drove past the canyon then looked at the text and it was from Caleb again. The text read, “Are you guys okay?’. This time Marcus replied, “Yes, Abby should be there any minute I will be there a little later.” It probably wasn’t the smartest idea for Marcus to be texting but he couldn’t help it he was way worried. Marcus was now driving really fast trying to get to Caleb’s. He would be able to see Abby along the road if she needed help or something. He drove and drove and couldn’t find her. Finally, he got to Caleb’s house. Abby still was not there. Marcus was freaking out. Caleb called him down. Then Marcus’ phone started ringing. “Hello” said Marcus. Caleb could hear Mrs.

As Connie got into the car she felt a wave of grief. She couldn’t get away from the invisible gates surrounding and trapping her as if she were a hunted animal. The ride seemed like a journey, going on forever and ever. Trying to pry information causally, Connie would ask Arnold ,” Where are you taking me?” Arnold just turned around and gave her that sleepy smile of his and , “Don’tcha worry ‘bout a thing honey. You are safe with me.” His smile, that reassuring yet mysterious smile quenched her longing for home and diminished the thought of how her family would think about the absence of their youngest daughter. It seemed to mask her thoughts of how how her cold mother and father would react seeing the their screen door wide open and the music that Connie listened to