The book, Out of My Mind, by Sharon Draper is centered around the life of a eleven year old girl, Melody Brooks, struggling with an extreme case of cerebral palsy. Melody is stuck in a wheelchair and can not talk but, she has a photographic memory. Melody first describes how her school started “inclusion classes” for the disabled students where they go to classes with average students. Melody realized that she knew a lot of the information the teacher would describe and she so badly wanted to answer questions but she was unable do
The Forest It was on a typical bright blue day when Charlene Lewis stayed indoors reading one of her new books. She loved to read stories about people went into the woods that were dark and mysterious. Although right outside her door lurked one of the dark forest that she always enjoyed reading about she never liked the idea of going out to investigate them herself. She liked reading about them in stories because it was not her that to go through the forest and experience all the jump scares. On the other hand Elaine, her sister, loved the outdoors.
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
She checked the shoebox beneath her bed every night, just to make sure her hidden world was still thriving. And it always was the same as she left it night before, as if time stopped without her presence. Miniscule vines crawled up the cardboard insides of the box, searching for the sky. Trees, the largest ones as thick as her thumb, rooted in the thin bottom of the box. She had created the forest, and as a god wanted something to rule.
Left, right, back and forth… I swear we had passed the exact same pine tree for the eighth time, but how would I know I was surrounded with pine trees? The trees were tall towering above us, blending in with the darkness above. With every step we took on the snow spread ground you could hear the soft pillows of snow crunching under our feet. As dusk was setting the forest was filled with the sounds of animals coming out that night, every now and then the hoot of an owl, or the howl of a dog. Ethan still looking for a way out of the forest, never actually admitting that we were lost.
Softly sloshing, Jack trudged through the sodden pine needles of the evergreen forest. A fine mist was coming down from the ominous blanket of clouds which had swiftly moved in catching him off guard and Jack could hear the sound of a few solitary birds chirping in the trees. He had walked this path so many times that he didn’t even pay attention to where he was stepping, he just allowed his sore knees and swollen ankles to carry him across the entanglement of tree roots and eroded rocks as he scanned the forest for any sign of life. Eyeing ahead, he saw nothing of interest and decided to go off of his well packed trail. He placed his hands, covered in calice on the cold rocks and pulled himself up and out of the embankment in which the path
The trail did not seem like it was ever going to end it stretched out for mile and miles and then miles after that but she kept walking. Finally i saw house on the horizon so i knew i was almost there. I finally trudged the whole trail and i ran into a big house at the trails end. The house seemed to be
The sun glistened in the daybreak and a dark figure appeared on the foreground, and moved gracefully across the pathway, nearing the bench that presided at my side. My eyes scoured upward as he neared and the sun blinded me, but not before I saw the figure, a man, glance my direction and change his course. He was wrapped in an opaque tunic that countered the illuminated color of his hair, it was a halcyonic gold that glistened against the flare of day. His trousers were khaki color that exalted the man’s frame. Once my eyes cleared and I was able to open them the man was closer than before and I was able to see his face much more clearly.
Little did I know that that walk was the biggest clue I would find that day. I like walking through the park near my apartment, so that’s where I headed. I was walking past the sycamore near the middle of the park, when I heard voices that I thought I recognized, but I didn’t want to have to talk to anyone, so I hid in the tree. I climbed up and reached a point where no one would see me just in time to see the back of two people’s heads. They were right under the tree, so it was difficult not to eavesdrop.
Elen Vaquero #21551 November 10, 2017 Narrative Merrell/ Wood, 4th period The outsiders >>>WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME..... <<< ¨Hey uhm Ponyboy today we gotta rumble,are you okay,
“Dad, can we, can we, can we?” that is what my brother and I have been asking our dad for the past two days that our family has been the lake house. I’m not just talking about my parents and my brother and I, I mean the whole Sauer family, Uncle Craig, Uncle Shane, Grandma, Grandpa, our cousins Lexine, Cassidy, and molly. Yeah, the whole Sauer family, but that’s not important.
Once Again at the Lake On a brisk Labor Day weekend, with rain shooting down from the sky, the most familiar place is within my sight. The long grass emerged out of the ground, with increased amounts of yellow dandelions in all the park. Each wave encompasses the sandy beach on each harsh repetition. The sound of the rain pounds onto the pavement, drowning out the songs of robins and bluejays. Boats rock forcefully over each rough wave, hitting one dock to another.
As my cabin and I run down the path leading to the waterfront we hear the bugle blow informing us that we are now late. Skidding to a stop behind the other cabins we bend over trying to catch our breath. “Well now that a certain cabin has finally arrived,” Showered, the waterfront director, announces with a glare at us, “ I can take attendance of what cabins are here.” About halfway through the calling of the 12 senior cabins Showered calls our cabin and we answer with halfhearted yelling, still a bit out of breath from running down to waterfront.
Shipwrecked survival If you were stranded on a island alone and and had a backpack with 4 things in it and you got to pick those 4 things what would they be ? Well I can tell you right now it would not be hard for me to survive at all. My 4 things would be a .44 magnum pistol with a 9 inch barrell, a box of A bucket of the 294 bullets, an axe , and A pot. I would bring my gun and my box of shells mostly for food and protection. Really you never know what could be lurking on a island.
The pleasure of escape Imagine you are in a room. You are all alone with no way of escape. There are no windows and its pitch black. The only way out of the room is a metal door which is always locked. Three bars in the door with gaps in between provide ventilation.
