1984 Charlie Dialectical Journal

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“I’m so excited!” Charlie exclaimed as packed his bags. “I think we all are” mom said with loving eyes. The Winston family was preparing for their trip to Japan. The whole family was too excited to hold in their excitement including Scarlett. She was normally super shy and worried about a lot of things. Mom, Dad and Charlie all were shocked at how crazy she had been acting. Even with all of the craziness, Charlie could tell she was nervous. “Don’t worry Scar, we are going to have a the time of our lives” he told his sister as he nodded in reassurance. Charlie was a very intelligent young man. He’s 12 and prefers not be called a child anymore. They packed and prepared for the trip that they were never going to forget. After …show more content…

The next 3 days were the same. Each filled with an excessive amount of excitement, wondering the gender or what it’s going to look like. Until day 4 when that was the least of their worries. The ground started to shake and rumble, the birds flying away frantically until it happened. A huge wall of water rushed picking up and throwing anything in its path. It threw trees and cars like a pitcher throws a ball in a game of baseball. It wrecked homes and killed poor innocent people. Luckily Dad was holding Scar and was able to hold on to her. Mom and Char could see each other but they weren’t …show more content…

As the minutes passed they were scratched and hit by debri in the water. The boy was holding onto a tree stuck on something waiting for his mom. The water eventually dragged her to that point where her son was. She also then regained consciousness and started to cry and scream for the amount of pain she was in. Not only was she crying about that but she cried to her son that it was gone, the baby was gone. All he wanted to do at that point was hug his mom and tell her everything was going to be alright, but he knew that anything he said wouldn’t calm a mom that lost a child. All he could do was hug her and grieve for the possible loss of his unborn sibling. Meanwhile, Dad and Scar were holding on to whatever they could. She then looked up at her dad with her eyes blue as the bluest crystals and asked, “Are we going to