The date was December 15th, 1994 Mr. and Mrs. Johnson welcomes their new baby girl into the world in Seattle, Washington. They decided on the name Julia May Johnson after Mr. Johnson’s mother. Their little princess has blue crystal eyes with light blonde hair with the cutest button nose and tiny fingers and toes. After five years went by her mother got very sick with breast cancer and passed on March 4th, 1999. Julia’s father took his wife’s death extremely hard and was really never around anymore, even though Julia lived with her father most of the time she was with her sitter Becky.
Every time people ask me about the tragedy that happened. It only reminds me of the awful moments that I had to go through. Unbelievable, Chaos and Terrorism are the only words I could use to describe what happened that day. I was petrified with fear. I thought that was the last day of my existence.
The themes that occur every day and in the novel “Destroying Avalon” and the film “The Colour Purple” are death/loss, bullying and relationships. Death/loss is something that occurs every day in society and people must overcome it to move on with their lives. Death is an equaliser to mankind regardless of our social structure, we all view death as a sadness because it is the end of our physical relationships. However the death of a young person is what creates the most despair for those who are left behind. For example in “Destroying Avalon” Avalon had to face the death of her best friend Marshall who took his own life because of being bullied for so many years and not letting anyone to support him through his tough times.
She managed to ruin things for the one person she cared about more than anything. She apologized continuously but Mildra had made up her mind she was done with Sandra. When Mildra calmed down she flicked on the TV, being the kind of girl that she was she tuned it to the news. The first thing she saw was a breaking news report on the hospital that she and Sandra were suppose to start work at that morning. It had burned down reason for the fire unknown but everyone perished.
They didn’t exceed past twenty-seven years of age at the time. She never knew or heard anything about her ex-husband after they signed the divorce papers, and she hasn’t started a new relationship since her marriage ended. Finally my aunt said “I’m thankful to god because I suffered a lot but there was no physical abuse”. It was hard for me to hear a hard testimony from my aunt, but I’m very thankful with her because she told me something I did not know and she trusted in
As my mother burst out in tears, I shed a few as I was guilty for letting such a loving mother go through such pain. As I was dragged back to my cell I had countless regrets rushing through my mind, wishing I had one last chance to change everything
Sofia Moreno Instructor: Elena Cisneros INRW 36 25 February 2015 Unpleasant Declaration Sofia Moreno The most hateful words I have ever said to another human being were to my mother. I was sixteen at the time. They rose from storm in my chest and I let them fall in a fury of hailstones: “I hate you. I wish you were dead…” I stopped and thought about the monstrous things that had just been said. I knew her heart must be broken into a million pieces.
For example my math teacher left the class for 5 minutes to use the bathroom one day, I was sitting down doing a task then two kids got up and started kicking me and pouring all my things out of my back pack. Everyone looked and laughed. I did not know what to do, I was in a great amount of pain and had no one by myside. I felt if I told my teacher or my dean I would be beat up again for being a snitch.Throughout the entire year every single day something new would come about. So I told my mom what was going on and her and my uncle got me in boxing to help increase my self esteem up.
I felt myself lose everything I earned in that one play. So much worry in so many faces, my coaches, the crowd, my parents, my teammates. I had to leave as soon as possible, leaving everything. I visited the doctors the next day, I started bawling when they told me the thing I fear the most. I tore my ACL on my left knee.
It was as if she vanished into the air on purpose and left me there pushing an empty swing, alone and confused. Two months later, she almost killed herself. I cannot help but think about this dream and how alone I felt knowing she was gone. Then, I think about how it would be if that dream were reality, if she were gone forever. I blamed myself for everything that caused her to feel that distressed.