Write A Narrative Essay On Jean Cromwell

Bright red embroidered cherries were scattered all over Jan’s sapphire blue cardigan. She sat on her son’s inky black couch as she recounted what job she wanted to have when she was young, “My father was an architect and he used to talk about how we could set up an architectural practice together. I thought about that although, I think that was a lucky escape. I don’t think I have the spatial ability for it.” Jan Wade was born on the 8th of July 1937 and grew up with her father, mother and younger brother Michael in Sydney. One morning when she was 14 changed the course of her life.

Kevin was not flabbergasted, he thought that Howie would need more coaxing. Even though this feeble attempt failed, Kevin was still eager to enact phase two of his plan. He opened the door, Cromwell’s keen nose had picked up a peculiar scent, and the pair bounded out of the door. Kevin walked Cromwell for about fifteen minutes, and then, walked back home. He quietly opened the door to his house, and quickly led Cromwell upstairs. Howie, who was watching television, was completely oblivious to the fact that the pair had entered the house. Kevin’s plan would be tested momentarily; he would guilt-trip Howie, and state that Cromwell had ran away due to his excess energy, and in the moment of euphoria when they will be reunited, he will have to say

Morals and morality is a big theme throughout the whole play, people are like a tree in a windstorm swaying back and forth going with what others believe. The question is what  are their morals, and which character holds on to them the most: Mary Warren the young girl, Reverend John Hale of Beverly, or John Proctor the farmer? From the beginning to the end of the play people constantly change, but what do they really believe in?

“ He will Kevin, I know he has what it takes.” Tyler approaches the neighborhood.

A. John Henry I would classify as a Protagonist of the story. He is also a static character becasue he doesn't really change over the course he story. He is just a man who is really strong and handy with a hammer.

“Uh Cromwell needs his bath.” he blurted it was the first excuse that popped into his head. “No you are not,” she yelled,” You are going upstairs to get ready!”

Jessica’s eyes found the ground and she gulped. Phil stared at her waiting for an answer until she looked up and grinned brightly. "I'm doing great! College is fun, but there’s a lot of work.”

I was a dark person and anyone could tell you that. How do I know that everyone thinks that about me? Well I’m currently burning my classmates at my school in Salem and the whole town is watching it happen. You are probably wondering why nobody is trying to stop me, but I know magic. I used a spell to possess them into making them obey me and to not move at all. You are also probably wondering how I know magic so I’ll tell you. My ancestors were witches here in Salem, Massachusetts so I have inherited my family's evil witch traits. Turning back to the school after watching the community, I saw half my classmates were struggling to get out but the other half were now ashes.

“Krista, I wish there was something I could do but you are already apart of all of my sports team for girls. I do not understand what you want me to do here. My hands are tied.”

“Stop complaining, I have to run up this for Cross Country in two hours.” Connor said, with a very aggravated tone like he was about to rip my head off.

Preston Henry had achieved more in the five minutes with the raven-haired girl than he had in an hour and a half at Bottoms Up with the bimbo, Candy, and the pleased expression was genuine as he waved his goodbyes, and stroke in the direction of his dorm room. An invitation to the party, and furtherance of his relationship with the gorgeous Sofia, the conversation could not have gone much better.

“How are you going to pay for the plane ride, or a place to stay,” his dad asked?

“Good morning. your kids looked upset so I thought I could play a game to cheer them up and I helped your husband too,” he cautiously announced like if he thought I was going to attack him.

“Smith!” Mr. Fredrickson was furious now. His nostrils flared and there was fire in his eyes. The elevator door opened with a DING and Kevin stepped out.

“Mom, come on! You can’t deny that we had a pretty good ride today and one last trot around the barn won’t hurt anything. I promise.” Katie begged. I looked up at her and then looked at my hands that were wrapped around Kate’s lead rope a little too tight. I looked up at John and saw that he was smiling slightly and nodded his head yes. I