My life was busy, but I would always think of my mother. Until one day, I received a phone call “It was her”. “What should I do?” I was so paranoid, my blood was boiling all through my body, “what could she possibly want?” I had moved out from her house since graduation. I sat still like a dog waiting for his owner to pet him. With just one click I heard her voice “Daughter, I miss you and I forgive you please come home I am dying”.
GUN CONTROL & GUN VIOLENCE School was extremely dull that day but, I managed to endure through the six hours of mercilessness, with the thought and anticipation of going home to my father fueled me. The day finally came to a close. When the bus dropped me off I went trudging along, happily ignoring the police and yellow tape around the house; until I was stopped by my neighbor. She said these exact words, “Your father is not at home. Go to your babysitter.” Her words were succinct and verbatim I told her she was wrong that and my mother told me to come home.
You could’ve gotten run over by a car. To be completely honest that never crossed my mind while doing it. I was then yanked off my big wheel and sent to my room for an hour to think about what I had done wrong. My mom came in and asked me after an hour why I had disobeyed her and rode across the street, I said I didn’t know…But it sure felt COOL !! She told me not to do it again and to stay in our driveway from now on.
She plans to purchase some this weekend to assist her with more accurate graphs. She really hates that she had to leave class early, she wanted to see everyone’s presentation. La Quandria enjoys her teammates as group member. She believes the team need to get our momentum back up. She believes everyone probably needs a break in between classes because there is no time to regroup in between class.
Nothing was responded. Moments later, the team received an e-mail that she wouldn’t be able to make it due to her dog going into labor and receiving a phone call at 6:00 that prevented her from contacting us. she that we as a team have decided that it would be of mutual interest that we go our separate responded with a confrontational voicemail they need to talk face to face. The next day the team received a forum posting from the teaching stating that we need to talk before class on
That night, we talked more than we had in such a long time. “Please call me all the time, Aubrey.” I said in a soft voice. “That is all I will have of you once you leave here, you know.” “I know mom, and I will,” she said. I did not believe her, although I wanted to. Her friends are so important plus she will be going to school and cheering.
I agreed. So after I went home and went through a lot of questions from my mom I went sleep. When I woke up I felt weird then I looked down there was no metal body or anything but I felt weird not like yesterday weird but light weird. So mom came in with so breakfast. She said “the doctor called and he wants to see you today at nine thirty I’m going to drive you so be ready.
I hesitantly put my head down on my desk and paused for a long period of time, while the other kids didn’t really care. The reason I was acting that way is because I knew what was going on and most of the others didn’t. The first tower had already been crashed into by flight 11 at 8:46 am. The plane had crashed into the north side. I had come to realize how bad this was, knowing that 250 people were stuck I that building and those 250 either suffocated to death or jumped out plummeting to
Lisa Lawrence ENC1101-10 Week 3 I almost felt like a teenager sneaking home after being out all night. Instead, I was a Mother of three pretending as I just woke up. “Hey honey, got to leave early today, I have a road test to take.” “Sorry to hear that, how early?” I proceeded to the kitchen where coffee was brewing and Chuck was looking for his yellow and blue coffee mug. “Oh about an hour should leave me plenty of time.” I could care less really, but pretended as I did, assuring the next two hours would be peaceful. I felt guilty because Chuck had no idea I hired a divorce lawyer.
Children Living With An Alcoholic Four o’clock in the morning and still no sign of my father. I can hear my mother pacing around outside my door calling and calling to find out where my dad could be. Although my mom has to get up in three hours for work, she gets in her car to go to the local bar. Shortly after, I fall back to sleep both my parents arrive home and all I hear is a whole lot of screaming. This happens quite a bit, so I try to tune them out by putting my pillow over my head and attempting to fall back to sleep.