What Are They Doing Home So Early?

 Upon arriving at his house he quickly learns the ropes of his father’s way of handling things. Tre’ was not there for five minutes and his father had him raking up the leaves in the front yard. Later on that night his father fills him in on the other rules of the house. This showed me that there was a good discipline in the house. That type of discipline helped Tre’ out in the long run and changed his life for the better.

That night, I tucked myself in under the white covers of the spacious king bed. I awoke later in the evening to hear a thump coming from upstairs. I snuck out of bed, careful not to wake John. I crept upstairs, the wooden floorboards rocking beneath my feet. Pushing the door ajar, I peered through to see what was there. I pushed the door open completely, searching for a cause of the noise.

“well hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” she said peering down at me in a nasally voice.

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

I walked to the baby carriage and looked at the the bundle of blankets. I took the blanket into my hands and realized that there was nothing wrapped in the plush blanket. “It looks like this might be a baby nursery at one time but I wonder what is behind the oth-” I said until interrupted by the sound of footsteps and whining behind the second door. I quickly ran out of the room signaling Anthony and Kevin to follow. We all hid behind the door once again looking through the separation between the door and the wall.

Mom was at the door. She swiftly raise her hand to mouth, a mother’s call for her child. Alice hugs me tightly, and runs into the house. Dad jumps at her. Alice screams and then beautiful laugh.

The first thing that people read is that the dad has been drinking whiskey. Just from that the reader feels like the father may have some type of drinking problem. Theodore explains in the poem how you can feel faint and light headed if his dad even breathed in his face. As Theodore hangs on to his father like its death itself; while they dance around trying to waltz. Waltzing was not easy for him, as his dad was drunk, and it is hard to follow his steps. Continue reading down to the next paragraph. The boy and his father end up in the kitchen, while they dance the poem explains that the pots and pans slid all around and of shelves itself. The reader gets a sense of rowdiness and clumsiness that the father exhibits. Continue reading the mother cannot keep a frown her face because the kitchen and everything is getting destroyed.

I’ll do anything, please!” he screams. “Who’s after you, Nephew? What are you doing?” my father asks as Benjamin runs under the table. “The British troops! I couldn't pay my bills and did not want to be imprisoned, so I ran” He says sobbing as a look of horror rolls across my parents’ faces. “I’m sorry Benjamin, but we can’t let you stay. What would they do to us if they found you here?” my Father states. “They would take us to prison as well.” “I’m sorry Uncle. I thought you would understand as he runs out the door. That night, I am awakened from a nightmare by a loud ‘bang.’ I run to my widow and look outside but I don’t see anything. Troubled, I fall back asleep. I groan as I realize it’s friday, in other words, chore day. I get up to make my family breakfast and I see my mother in the corner of the kitchen, dead. I scream and run to my Father who is still asleep. “Father, Father, Father get up! Mother is dead in the kitchen!” I scream in his face as he processes my words. As soon as he does, he rushes to the kitchen. “She told me she needed a drink of water and I let her go,” he sobs as I try to comfort him. “I knew it was difficult for her to lose one of her sons and no longer be able to write books or to her family, but I never thought she

She looked down at the coffee table to see a brown box filled with a few things. On top, she could see some family photos in gold color frames. “Thank you,” she said to him. She walked over to her father’s chair and sat down. She became aware of an uneasy feeling around him and wanted as far away from him as possible. It may have come from her dad complaining about him for a long time. She was now wishing for her uncle to show

Own had been visiting, and he had gone out to collect some herbs to help with Percival’s illness. Percival had just drifted off when he heard the front door smash open. Disoriented, he assumed he was dreaming. However, his mother’s earsplitting screams and the sounds of furniture smashing forced

Before Richard’s father left the family he used to be the provider of the family. He controlled everything that happened in the house because he was so overpowering. When he was around Richard and his brother were not aloud to make noise around the house during the day. Eventually

"I'm sorry," I hushed my speech as I strolled by, the girl sniffling as she looked up. Her eyes widened when she spotted me, and I phased my way through the door as she reached out a maimed

The minute my dad pulls open the shining steel door, I bound past him into the room. There, I skid to a sudden stop as I feel the exhilarating anticipation shift to horror.

"Sorry, sir." I blushed at my friend Taylor, whom I was discussing prom dresses with instead of doing my seemingly impossible work.

‘Come in,' he shouted as he placed the book in his drawer. When he looked up, Aunt Eliza stepped into the room. Something had upset her. Furthermore, she had that no-nonsense look on her face. He had seen that look before when she caught him sliding along the hall in his socks.