An Unfair Holiday I awake on crisp, white Christmas morning, excited, ready to wake everyone in the house. I throw the big, warm blankets off of me and sprint to my bedroom door, forgetting the fact that it’s 7AM in the morning. I hurry down the picture-filled hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. Taking a moment to myself, I decide silently not to wake anyone yet. I want to savor this Christmas morning in peace before Dad gets the video camera out, Mom starts our traditional Christmas breakfast, my brother rampages through the presents and separates them into who’s-is-who’s piles, and before my grandparents come to watch the destruction of all the carefully wrapped presents.
Monster House is a great movie taking place in common suburbia on Hallow’s Eve. All the kids in the neighborhood are ready for trick or treating – with two exceptions. DJ’s parents have left for vacation and he’s home alone with his ‘sweet-on-the-outside-sour-inside’ babysitter, Zee, who would rather hang out with her slacker boyfriend, Bones, than actually do her job. Luckily DJ has his best friend Chowder with him, as the two are on a mission. They’re convinced that the run-down house across the street is going to have its own tricks and treats this Halloween.
One of the McCourt twins, Oliver, dies and the family moves to a new house. Frank and Malachy Jr. begin school and are laughed at because they’re both from America and talk funny. Six months after Oliver dies the other twin, Eugene, also dies. The family moves to a new home where there is one bathroom for the entire street and the bottom floor is flooded for part of the year. Their first Christmas in Ireland the family can only afford to eat a pig’s head and the children need to go pick tiny pieces of coal off the road for a fire.
So that she did not let her son go to his friend’s birthday party because she thought it is not really safe for her son. After the party his friends told him that everything had a great time. Then she decided to visit Boston Paintball to check it out. She found another birthday party, for a kid name Max and 10 or so friends. After the first game, Max told his parent “it was awesome, I hit someone, and I killed a person.” It is look like nothing happen when Max said and his parent never say anything.
Thump! I threw the package into the middle of the table. “What is this?” I questioned. My mom replied with a little jump because of the loud noise the package had made, and my dad sat there in his chair and just smiled. He said “Honey…do you remember eight years ago when I forgot our anniversary and you didn’t speak to me for days?” “Yes I’m not sure how I could forget.” She spoke with a hint of vexation in her voice.
The Summer Solstice Nick Joaquin THE MORETAS WERE spending St. John's Day with the children's grandfather, whose feast day it was. Doña Lupeng awoke feeling faint with the heat, a sound of screaming in her ears. In the dining room the three boys already attired in their holiday suits, were at breakfast, and came crowding around her, talking all at once. "How long you have slept, Mama!" "We thought you were never getting up!"
But I almost forgot that it was family game night today so I was even more excited than ever! I quickly got the board game and went to my mom's room and turned on the TV I got ready for action. My mom said only one round I won but I had to go to sleep though. And so that's why it was my best day
Not ten seconds in to entering the house we hear a loud walking or running sound upstairs and we all stopped and listened. To me it sounded like a person walking or a large animal, because it was fairly loud and there is no way a squirrel or raccoon weighed enough to made those loud steps. We were a little freaked but being three twenty-something's, we shrugged it off and acted like we were not worried. Next thing we did was cut through the parlor to get out to the front deck and show our buddy the great outside view. While
Having reached the pinnacle of fashion with my outfit, I was feeling much better about the day. I glided effortlessly down the steps like Fred Astaire towards the kitchen and did a couple of spins, as kids are wont to do when they are happy. As I entered the kitchen and saw what lay there on the table, I heard screaming in the background. After a moment or two I realized it was me. I don't know how the unmistakable wet tree bark fetor of oatmeal had gone undetected by me until it was too late, but I made my feet promise to make up for my treacherous nose and get me out of the kitchen into safe territory.
A Cloudy Saturday morning, I wake up to the loud sound of laughter and other noises in the living room. Once you walk into the living room you can hear cars, fire trucks and police car siren driving pass the house. The loud sound of laughter was my mom who wakes up earlier than me to watch her dramas. Thanks to my mom laughter I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I was planning to sleep in since I had no school today.