Where Have You Been?: A Short Story

I had talked my mom into getting on the Hades 360 roller coaster, she avoided me of course, but my heart was pounding with adrenaline. My palms sweaty and my heart pounding we stepped up to our seat, we buckled up and before we knew it we were off. Slowly going up the hill my hair blowing in the wind , and of course my mom screaming. We went done the first hill, my stomach dropped because of laughter. The ride was over in a blink of an eye. My mom was laughing by the time it was over, my mom has fun and that was all that mattered to

Been?” has a lot of issues. The problems Connie has with her social life, family, and the people that she talks to come to control her future which anticipates the development of her character, this correlates up to her unfortunate death. The Bob Dylan song “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue,”

During the drive to Cupertino Middle School, my mom was talking about how much she hated the traffic, when she would pick me up, did I have everything, and try to make some new friends.

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

When I was about 11 years old it was close to Christmas time, I was at Soccer practice and my dad was there watching me play. My mom stopped by and I was wondering why, because usually both my parents don't show up to my practice. I figured there was some sort of PREDICAMENT. I finish my practice and I'm packing my stuff up and my mom goes to her car and looks like she's about to cry. Me being curious as I am was bugging my dad

“Love you too.” She responded. Then there was a click and phone flashed green again. I put the phone on the nightstand and laid down on the bed and stared at the white ceiling for what it had seemed like forever. I woke up two hours later, startled because I had forgotten where I was at. I heard voices coming from the living and thought to myself “People must already be here.” I get up and I put my favorite ocean blue, fuzzy dress and stumbled out the door and I ran into my mom.

He knows when you sleeping. He knows when you’re awake; it doesn’t matter if you bad or good he wants you for goodness sake. Fifty Percent of Perpetrators are thirty years or older, and three out of four rapes are committed by friends or mutual friends. In the short story Where are your Going, Where have you Been? by Joyce Carl Oats I imagine a attractive girl named Connie who likes to show off her beauty and wants attention. Also I see an older man named Arnold in his thirties that has experience in taking attention that younger girls give freely. Rape culture is obvious in many ways in Where are your Going, Where have you Been?, but you see psychosexual disorder in makes just as you see it in the older man.

Every day I saw my mom cry and try to walk to the hog site to use the gun to kill herself. One day I ran out into a cold misty day about 15 degrees, ½ mile and I looked her in the eyes and said “is it worth it” and a cold breeze hit me and sent a chill down my stomach, I cried. The worst part was me trying to start fights with her because she never paid any attention to me because she was always on her phone.

In the 1960’s many things were going on: the Civil Rights movement, the Vietnam War, and by the end of the sixties, the first American landed on the moon. While this was happening all over the nation and the world, teenagers and young adults began to change their lifestyles and fashion. Teenage girls and young adult women transitioned from mini skirts and leather boots to long dresses and headbands-- this was referred to as the ‘hippie lifestyle’ (Fashion in the 1960’s 1). Children who strived to become ‘hippie” like, also became more rebellious. They also began to experiment more with their sexualities. A famous short story written in the 1960’s is “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?’ This story, which was written by Joyce

I paused to look up from my levis and saw the plump face of my manager.

It all started when one morning, when there was something under the carpet. I was the one who fixed the problem, but instead of a pat on the back, the ending turned out otherwise. Me and my seven siblings were all asleep. My mom and dad were downstairs running around, jumping from couch, to couch, this was not just any old night. I was then woke up, by a loud ear piercing screech, from the living room.

One fall day my boyfriend and I were out on a ride on the four wheelers to Lake Linden to visit his family and enjoy the colors as the leaves were beginning to change. I was leading the way and I accidently took the wrong turn and we decided to call my mom to come find us. After an hour of sitting around we decided to get ourselves out of the situation, so we started driving. My boyfriend seen a mud-hole and decided to hit it. He decided to slowly ease into it and then slowly gave it more gas. Next thing we knew we were stuck in a mud-hole that was almost waist deep. Finally my mom found us down one four wheeler, once she found out why we were down a four wheeler she laughed and told us we have to get out of that mess ourselves, and left to

My grandmother, my moms mother lived with us at the time. My grandmothers room begun accumulating all of the items my mom bought on her shopping trips, to the point where my grandmother only had a small space in the room. In June of 2010, my mom moved out with her mother to an apartment in Nashua, NH. I vividly remember my mom came to our house and fell asleep during our conversation of what the future would be, where my parents stood in their relationship, and if she would ever move back.

One day my mom had a innocent idea that turned into one of the most traumatizing experience of my life. She decided to take us to the mall but, little did I know that I would get lost. It began as we walked around, I noticed a new toy at the toy store. I went over to look at it, I picked up the toy and said “look mom it talks”, but to my surprise she was gone and nowhere to be found. My four year old mind went into panic mode, as if it was running around in circles. A few moments later a kind lady comes up to me and ask if I was lost. I answered yes and she took my hand to look for my mom. It was soon after that I found her, I quickly ran to her and gave her a big hug. As I began to tell her how scared I was, I had tears rolling down my face.

Her body lay strewn across the leather couch, limbs positioned unnaturally beside her. Once seemingly strong and prepossessing now nothing but an empty shell ready to rot and decay. The pills scattered across the wood floor laying evidence to her deeds. As her husband stands over her cold lifeless form gone is the only word that breaks through the fog. Gone are her aspirations, gone are her hopes, gone are the memories shared. Gone. What would you do in this kind of situation? How would you deal with losing someone as important as a friend, parent, sibling, or lover?