The Wire: A Narrative Fiction

Crossing the Wire is an award winning book about a young boy's journey across the Mexican border and into America. Although Crossing the Wire is not based on a true story, it expands on a very real problem that many immigrants face.The story captivates the idea of what it's like to be an illegal immigrant whilst having a family to provide for. From the viewpoint of Victor Flores, the main character, we see the difficulties Victor has and how he works his way through them. There are many lessons to be learned from the novel, three of which are: having endurance, thinking through tough decisions, and putting family first.

“Okay pray i have a good shot.” He pulls his gun and shoots the ropes you fall.

She mentally shrugs, reaches for the handle and pushes. What’s she to lose anyway? She’s already told him she’d like to die when all of this—everything—is over. Anybody who attacks her would be doing her a favour.

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

Then wind swept away branches and old lumber that sat in the front yard and swung and tossed it around in the air like dancing balloons debris flew around. With a spine tingling snap crash the window shattered and the branch from the apple tree that sat in the front yard came tumbling to a stop clattering at my base. The rain came pouring in the gaping window soaking everything in it’s path in freezing water. As a tornado ripped through the countryside tumbling trees, cars, people, and houses the swirling black mass of destruction narrowly passed. Without warning a truck skipped across the yard towards the house. Counting down the seconds before the truck would arrive and rip through the house, I chimed write at five o’clock and I realized what would happen. With unbelievable ease the truck ripped through the house sending wood and concrete everywhere. Splintered wood and twisted metal shrapnel was sent across the yard and I was struck by the crushing weight of the truck, finally my time had

“Yeah? If you were really sorry, then maybe you wouldn’t do that every time I have to come in here, now would you?”

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

"Abigail Jackson!" Ashley yells, taking control of the situation. My heart is still pounding from Abby's 'could've been near death experience'. I feel a

Isabella goes toward the tree and starts performing random poses in front of it; trying to make Carter laugh. He then walks towards her and pushes her against the

"What happened to my father and I is not your fault, Finn. There's no need for you to apologize. You couldn't have done anything if you tried."

“Here, let me help you.” He grabbed my hand. Oh my gosh. Logan is holding my hand. Electricity was shooting through my hand and I almost forgot about the pain in my head. Almost being the key word. Because as soon as I tried to stand up, I got dizzy and the pain multiplied by ten. Which caused me to fall over on my ass again. By this point, I just gave up, laid down on the ground and looked up at the sky.

The girl walked along the rickety pier, and listened to the creaking of the aged wood against the soles of her shoes. She stood on the edge of the wharf, and stared into the murky water below her. Looking down at her reflection, she began to reminisce about her years there as a child. The abandoned pier was her place to escape; somewhere she could go when she wanted to be alone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He said looking fearful as if he was about to get jumped.

Cera looked at her grandmother before opening the door and as her grandmother nodded back to her to go ahead; she slowly cracked the door only an inch or two peering out.

The twister had just hit the ground and was gaining power and strength as it devoured everything in its path. We found ourselves even more frightened than we were just moments ago. The whirling "finger of God" was approaching us at a tremendous rate. The sound surrounding us was outrageous, it sounded something like a steam locomotive roaring towards us, whining and whistling with an awful high pitched roar. As the rumbling cloud of darkness approached us, we started to realize it's outstanding power. This event would be one that we wouldn't soon forget. The rain had almost completely stopped, but the wind was nearly blowing us off the ground as we huddled together under the overpass. We could hear the screeching sounds of car tires as they started sliding across the rain-soaked cement pavement. Electrical explosions lit up the darkened sky as the tornado ripped over power lines,