american pie beta house question!?
do you guys know who is the girl with mr noah (eugene) at the balcony during the greek olympiad. she even gave instructions for the final match. who is she? she’s kinda pretty. thanks!
I have no balls whatsoever…….?
That’s a figure of speech, for all you there. It refers to the fact that I’m too scared to ask a girl to be my girlfriend. Most of us who do not have women throwing themselves at them seem to all have this problem.
See, with this particular girl, I’ve been friends with her since freshman year. She’s had a few boyfriends since we first met, and they all pretty much asshole-chumped her, whether cheating on her, being way too jealous, or just not being there for her. For the past few years I’ve been wanting to prove I was different. When her dad threatened to kick her out for bad grades last year, I was there to help her with her grades (and, on the way home from one of those sessions, I got into a really nasty car wreck.) When her boyfriend was throwing paper balls at another friend of his in one of the school stairwells, and missed and hit an upperclassman with anger issues, and then got curbstomped by aforementioned upperclassman and seriously injured, I was there to comfort her. I’ve stood up for her numerous times to her father, who eventually saw the light and now has a better relationship with her and a little respect for me because of it. When her best friend got into an argument with another girl who proceeded to flip out on her for sticking up for her friend, I stuck by her, even though the other girl was very hot, had great curves and was somewhat interested in me (Hard to do, but I did it anyway.) I’ve never forgotten her birthday or to get her a Christmas present (Once rode a bicycle through a snowstorm just to bring her a Starbuck’s coffee and a birthday cake as a surprise), and I’m friendly with a good majority of her friends. I want to prove I’m different and even though I’m not fit to kneel on her doorstep, I can be a decent boyfriend.
I was planning on doing this when I took her out to a Brad Paisley Concert in Portland last Friday (Which was awesome.) I paid upwind of 0 just for tickets, gas, dinner and souvenirs, all of it. I picked her up at her dad’s, we drove non-stop to Portland (except for a pit stop along the way so I could cash my paycheck), buy matching souvenir T-shirts, the works. I buy dinner, and we go up to our seats and watch the concert. It was great. We had fun, and we talked a lot on the way home, not just about the concert, but other stuff, like her modeling job, her friends, my family, life, etc.
Instead of just driving back to Salem, though, she was supposed to go to her mom’s in Eugene, which is in the opposite direction of Portland. So her mom said to meet her halfway in Albany. We had plenty of time to talk, and I thought there was some great moments to ask her, but I failed to do so, due to the fact I’m a wimp and didn’t have the steel in my balls to do it. Instead, I settled for going to a movie this Friday. (Which may not happen, depending on whether or not she’s going to her mom’s at the end of the week.) Shortly after I asked her that, I pulled into the Taco Bell in Albany, helped her get her things into her mom’s car, and watched her leave. Then I walked though to the Taco Bell Drive Thru (This was at around midnight), asked for a glass of water, and drove another hour back to my house, taking time to pull over after getting out of town to beat my head on the steering wheel and go "You fucking idiot! Why didn’t you ask her?!?"
So, anyway, I need help. I want to do this in such a manner she’ll have to say yes (Willingly. Not as in put a gun to her head and ask or other retarded stuff like that) Any good ways to do this?
Lemme ask you. Does somebody who does good things deserve to be screwed?
You know, a lot of people seem to think I’m a decent guy. Last December, I brought Christmas presents and candy canes for everybody at school (presents for friends, candy canes for others), and didn’t ask for a thing in return. I help people out of sticky situations. Despite it being illegal (my first six months aren’t up yet, and in Oregon, you cannot have any passengers under 18 in the car unless an adult is with you for the first six months), I drove my friend from school when he missed the bus (a ten mile drive) to his house, so he could make it home in time for a family member’s funeral. Also, a friend of mine’s dad told her last month that he was gonna send her from Salem to Eugene (a big Oregon city 69 miles away) to live with her mom if she didn’t get her grades up before finals (which start next week.) So while everybody (including her boyfriend) gave up and started saying their goodbyes, I got in there and helped her with her grades. Now, she has C’s and above, with my help.
Anyway, the other day, I went to her place (the day before she went from a high D to a low C, I came over, and helped her a bit. Then her stepmother called, found out I was there, told be to comeback later when she got home. On my way back home, on a little dirt road, there was a giant puddle that took up half the road. I drove over it, then slid off the road (it was pure mud) and into an orchard tree. Aside from some glass shards embedded in my skin, I’m okay, and aside from the truck cab, the windshield, the mirror, the door, the A-frame and the driver’s side door window, the truck is okay, but it’s gonna cost ,500 to fix. (The orchard owner decided not to make me pay damages to the tree, they were so minor.) Because of that, we can no longer afford insurance (Family’s fifth wreck in two years, two for stepdad, two for stepbrother, then me.) So now, to pay for it, I gotta get a second job to pay for Insurance! Then I got a detention because I didn’t have my homework, because I left
it at her house, thinking I’d come back, but I wrecked, then the next day I talked to the insurance agent, and by the time I saw her next her friend mistook it for her book and took it to her house, where she left it. So I got shards of glass all over me, I’m broke, I gotta get a second job to pay for insurance, and on top of that, my Biology teacher gave me a detention for something that was not my fault! My question is, do I deserve it?
Okay, thanks, everybody! I appreciate all the answers, and just knowing people cared sorta helped. My mother raised hell at the school when she found out about that detention, maybe Mr. Everitt will think twice about that next time. Mom used words on him I’d never DREAMED of her using. Wow. Also, my boss felt so sorry, she gave me a raise I asked and have been waiting forever to get. She said now that I got a good reason for it, she said I could have it. What a cool boss. Also, the truck gets out of the shop in three weeks, so it’s okay now! Thanks again, everybody! God Bless!
Does this sound alright?
Read this and then rewrite anything that you don’t like. I want to see how others interpret it. (I have the rest of the story written, I just wanted to add this tidbit)
Prologue:
I heard a knock on the door of our small condo. “LUCY! LUCY FORBES! OPEN IT UP THIS INSTANT!” It was my deadbeat drunk of a father. Lucy was my mom’s name. I hoped she wouldn’t open it. My father was almost never sober. And when he was drunk, he was violent. I heard him kick down the door. I screamed, at the same time my mom did. She came running down the hall and scooped me up. She tossed me down the laundry chute before my father could see me. I was about the size of a loaf of bread at the time, do I fit easily.
I heard a bang, which vibrated the house. Then a scream, my mothers. There was another bang, and then it was all silent. I sat huddled among the dirty clothes I had landed in and cried. I had heard those bangs down my street before. I lived in the “bad side of town” as my mother had so often referred to it. They were gunshots. The police would be coming any minute now, to check up on us. Our landlady would want to make sure no one had gotten any blood on her precious orange carpet.
I crawled out of the basket and sat on the wooden steps. I hoped the second bullet had been for my father. He didn’t deserve life if he had killed my mom. The basement door creaked open, and I saw the silhouette of a man, looming not ten steps away from me.
Annika woke up in a cold sweat, all of her blankets kicked off her. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t have blankets. Charlotte and Eugene, her adoptive parents, had taken them away so that she would have a harder time sneaking out her window.
She mopped her forehead with her arm and sat up. Her alarm was blaring, but it was only four in the morning. She had chores to do, and breakfasts to make. Her adoptive parents had her up early in the morning and into the wee hours of the night. She was a slave in her own home. A modern day Cinderella. Except for, she didn’t need a prince charming to rescue her. She snuck off when her “parents” weren’t watching, and hung out with her friends from the orphanage where she
had spent most of her life.
Annika slipped into her only pair of jeans and a holey sweater. Charlotte had never bothered to get her any new clothes. She assumed the ones she had worn last year were still just as good as when she had come from the orphanage. She had decided against sneaking out today, or the next day. Or even the rest of this week. She would instead, do the ridiculous chores she was assigned, like cleaning out the crawl space, or ridding the garden of aphids. The punishments she earned from her few hours of freedom were delivered harshly and frequently, to remind her that her new “parents” were in charge, or just because they were bored. But frankly, Annika thought, freedom is most certainly worth it.
Ok, so the fist part is supposed to be in italic, because this is a dream about her past. Also, what Annika is thinking in the end is also supposed to be italicized.
Let me rephrase this, What does it sound like is going on? (keep in mind the italicized parts.)
I made the changes you asked for!
How does this Prologue sound?
Read this and then rewrite anything that you don’t like. I want to see how others interpret it. (I have the rest of the story written, I just wanted to add this tidbit)
Prologue:
I heard a knock on the door. "LUCY! LUCY FORBES! OPEN IT UP THIS INSTANT!" It was my deadbeat drunk of a father. Lucy was my mom’s name. I hoped she wouldn’t open it. He was almost never sober. And when he was drunk, he was violent. I heard him kick down the door. I screamed, at the same time my mom did. She came running down the hall and scooped me up. She tossed me down the laundry chute before my father could see me.
I heard a bang, that vibrated the house. Then a scream, my mothers. There was another bang, and then it was all silent. I sat huddled among the dirty clothes I had landed in and cried. I had heard those bangs down my street before. I lived in the "bad side of town" as my mother had so often referred to it. They were gunshots. The police would be coming any minute now, to check up on us. Our landlady would want to make sure no one had gotten any blood on her precious carpet.
I crawled out of the basket and sat on the steps. I hoped the second bullet had been for my father. He didn’t deserve life if he had killed my mom. The basement door creaked open, and I saw the silhouette of a man, looming not ten steps away from me.
Annika woke up in a cold sweat, all of her blankets kicked off her. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t have blankets. Charlotte and Eugene had taken them away so that she would have a harder time getting out her window.
She mopped her forehead with her arm and sat up. Her alarm was blaring, but it was only four in the morning. She had chores to do, and breakfasts to make. Her adoptive parents had her up early in the morning and into the wee hours of the night. She was a slave in her own home. A modern day Cinderella. Except for, she didn’t need a prince charming to rescue her. She snuck off when her "parents" weren’t watching, and hung out with her friends from the orphanage where she had spent most of her life.
Annika slipped into her only pair of jeans and a holey sweater. She had decided against sneaking out today, or the next day. Or even the rest of this week. The punishments she earned from her few hours of freedom were delivered harshly and frequently, to remind her that they were in charge, or just because they were bored. But frankly, Annika thought, It’s most certainly worth it.
Ok, so the fist part is supposed to be in italic, because this is a dream about her past. Also, what Annika is thinking in the end is also supposed to be italicized.
Let me rephrase this, What does it sound like is going on? (keep in mind the italicized parts.)
any books to read from this list,not slow book,interesting,romance,not too hard to understand?
INNOCENCE TO KNOWLEDGE, THE SEARCH FOR IDENTITY
Anderson, Sherwood Winesburg Ohio
Angelou, Maya I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Faulkner, William Light in August, Intruder in the Dust,
The Unvanquished, The Bear-Go Down Moses
Goodman, Paul Growing Up Absurd
Hemingway, Ernest In Our Time
McCullers, Carson Member of the Wedding
O”Neil, Eugene Long Days Journey Into Night, Desire Under The Elms
Salinger, J.D. Catcher in The Rye, Franny and Zooey
Saroyan, William My Name is Aram, The Human Comedy
Wolfe, Thomas Look Homeward Angel
WAR
Caputo, Philip A Rumor of War
Cooper, James Fenimore The Spy, Last of the Mohicans
Crane, Stephen The Red Badge of Courage
Dos Passos, John Three Soldiers
Heller, Joseph Catch-22
Hemingway, Ernest For Whom the Bell Tolls, A Farewell to Arms
Herr, Michael Dispatches
Hersey, John Hiroshima, A Bell for Adano
Mailer, Norman The Naked and the Dead
Mason, Bobbie Ann In Country
Michener, James The Bridges at Toko-Ri, The Bridge at Andau,
Centennial,
Mitchell, Margaret Gone With the Wind
Momaday, N. Scott House Made of Dawn
Vonnegut, Kurt Slaughterhouse Five
Wouk, Herman The Caine Mutiny
THE AMERICAN DREAM
Albee, Edward The American Dream, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf
Alger, Horatio Ragged Dick, Mark the Matchboy, any novel
Dos Passos, John The Big Money, USA 1919, 42 Parallel, Three Soldiers
Drieser, Theodore An American Tragedy
Emerson, Ralph Waldo The Complete Essays
Hemingway, Ernest The Sun Also Rises, A Moveable Feast
Kesey, Ken Sometimes a Great Notion
Lewis, Sinclair Arrowsmith, Babbit, Mainstreet
Malamud, Bernard The Natural
Norris, Frank McTeague
Rand, Ayn Atlas Shrugged, The Fountainhead
Thoreau, Henry David Walden and Other Writings
TECHNOLOGY AND MODERN MAN
Anderson, Sherwood Poor White
Carson, Rachel Silent Spring
Fitzgerald, F. Scott Tender is the Night, This Side of Paradise,
The Last Tycoon
Heinlein, Robert Stranger in A Strange Land
Hellman, Lillian Little Foxes
Lovecraft, H.P. The Shadow Out of Time
Norris, Frank The Octopus
Packard, Vance The Hidden Persuaders, The Status Seekers,
The Wastemakers
Pohl, Frederick & Cyril KornbluthThe Space Merchants
Reisman, David The Lonely Crowd
Sinclair, Upton The Jungle
Toeffler, Alvin Future Shock
Twain, Mark A Conneticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court
Vonnegut, Kurt Sirens of Titan
White, William The Organization Man
Bradbury, Ray The Martian Chronicles, Fahrenheit 451
Asimov, Isacc Foundation, Foundation and Empire, and
Second Foundation
SOCIAL CRITIQUE
Agee, James Let Us Now Praise Famous Men
Albee, Edward The American Dream, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf
Alger, Horatio Ragged Dick, Mark the Matchboy, any novel
Ashbaugh, Nancy Turn Left Or Be Killed
Bellamy, Edward Looking Backward
Cheever, John The Enormous Radio, Some People, Faces and Things
That Will Not Appear in My Novel
Crane, Stephen Sister Carrie
Doctorow, E.L. Ragtime, Billy Bathgate
Drieser, Theodore An American Tragedy
Emerson, Ralph Waldo The Complete Essays
Fitzgerald, F. Scott Tender is the Night, This Side of Paradise,
The Last Tycoon
Galbraith, John Kennet The Affluent Society
Harrington, Michael The Other Society
Hawthorne, Nathaniel The Scarlet Letter
Hemingway, Ernest The Sun Also Rises, A Moveable Feast
Irving, John The World According to Garp, The Cider House Rules
A Prayer for Owen Meany, etc.
James, Henry Portrait of a Lady, Daisy Miller, The Bostonians, Washington Square
Kerouac, Jack On the Road, Dharma Bums
Kesey, Ken One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Sometimes A Great Notion
Lawrence, Jerome & Lee Inherit The Wind
Lewis, Sinclair Arrowsmith, Babbit, Mainstreet
Malamud, Bernard The Natural
Norris, Frank The Octopus, McTeague
Packard, Vance The Status Seekers, The Hidden Persuaders
Porter, Katherine Ann Ship of Fools
Rand, Ayn Atlas Shrugged, The Fountainhead
Saroyan, William The Time of Your Life
Sinclair, Upton The Jungle
Steinbeck, John The Grapes Of Wrath, Cannery Row
Thoreau, H.D. Walden, Civil Disobedience
Twain, Mark The Prince and the Pauper
Updike, John
Mohali Team Owner got Beaten up in SA?
Punjab XI co-owners Mohit Burman and Preity Zinta’s ex Ness Wadia bashed up in Johannesburg for harassing the daughter-in-law of one of South Africa’s most influential families
While the Punjab XI team was beating Deccan Chargers in Johannesburg on Sunday, co-owners of the team, Ness Wadia and Mohit Burman, were being thrashed in the VIP box by the police and private security staff of influential South African industrialist Ajay Gupta. According to eyewitnesses in the hospitality section of the Wanderers, a drunken Burman, scion of the Dabur family, got into an altercation with a lady spectator. He repeatedly kept butting her with the flagpole of a Punjab XI pennant. Burman, it seems, wanted her to move from his periphery but she adamantly stood her ground. As Burmans flagbutting grew more obscene, the woman who happened to be the daughter-in-law of Ajay Gupta, owner of one of South Africas biggest conglomerates, the Sahara Group, and a friend of the new South African President Jacob Zuma, called in her guards. Together the guards and the police posted in the stadium thrashed Burman and Ness Wadia who had ill-advisedly tried to take his friends side and defend him.
MODI MEDIATES
In the pandemonium that followed, Ajay Gupta threatened to file a complaint with the police and have both Ness Wadia and Mohit Burman deported for improper conduct . IPL chairman Lalit Modi who knows Gupta well had to intervene and prevent him from taking the matter to official channels and turning it into an international scandal. Modi also told Gupta about Wadia and Burmans affluent background and assured him that the men were not known to indulge in improper conduct.
Further, Modi, like some weary dad, set up a meeting at Guptas residence at Saxon Estate and insisted that Wadia and Burman go there, apologise and resolve the matter before IPL was faced with greater embarrassment. According to sources the two then tended a written apology.
The media officer for Johannesburg police superintendent Eugene Opperman confirmed the incident . Yes, there was a brawl but now the IPL is looking into the matter, is all he would say.
On Monday while Preity Zintas ex-boyfriend was conspicuously missing, presumably nursing his many injuries, we saw Mohit Burman in the hotel foyer with a livid black eye. Yes, there was a fight and security guards had to intervene and I did receive some blows from members of the Gupta family who I didnt know before the fight. As it happens in these kind of brawls, Ness and I were hit. I have a black eye, but its not as big as it is being made out to be. I am going to Durban now where my team plays there next match. Everything is fine, he conceded.
However, Burman had a slightly different version of the events. According to him it wasnt a drunken brawl. I was waving my team flag and wanted a lady who was in the adjacent box to do the same. She refused that saying that they are not Punjab supporters. Some misunderstanding happened and the security guys with Gupta started hitting us. Police came and stopped them. Nothing more. Afterwards, Burman says, he and Ness went to Guptas house, had coffee, hugged each other and a compromise was reached.
What is your opinion on this?
EWE: Todays matches!?
Hello, and welcome to Extreme Wrestling Entertainment! (EWE)
And tonight, we’re adding an extra match-up to the mix:
Last time, I announced that EWE will have it’s VERY 1st PPV.
I don’t have the exact date for the event yet, but here’s 2 matches that’ll take place:
1. Grudge match: John Cena vs Goldberg
2. House of Horrers match for EWE Championship:
Samoa Joe(c) vs Triple H
And now, here’s todays matches:
1. Tag Team match: Goldust/Eugene vs Wang Yang/Moore
2. Extreme Rulez match: Rob Van Dam vs The Undertaker
3. Tag Team match: London/Kendrick vs Steiner/Williams
4. Fatal 4-way: Kaz vs Sting vs Gregory Helms vs Chris Sabin
5. Hardcore Handicap match: Kane vs Black Reign/Rellik
6. Main Event:#1 Contenders match: XD title
Christian vs Gene Snitsky vs Randy Orton vs Johnny Devine
Which Of These Books Should I Choose?
This is the list of choices my teacher gave us. We have to pick four books to read throughout the year. Any opinions on book I defianatley should or should not read? By the way, I’m a freshmen in honors english and I hate reading.. if that matters. Thanks!
Bradbury, Ray Something Wicked This Way Comes
Steinbeck, John East of Eden
Chevalier, Tracy. Girl With a Pearl Earring.
Alvarez, Julia. In the Time of Butterflies.
Kingsolver, Barbara. The Bean Trees.
Kingsolver, Barbara. The Posionwood Bible
Hosseini, Khalad A Thousand Splendid Suns
Hosseini, Khalad Kite Runner
Tan, Amy The Joy Luck Club
Zinn, Howard A People’s History of the United States
Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49
Nabokov, Vladimir
Marquez, Gabriel Garcia One Hundred Years of Solitude
Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
Kerouac, Jack On the Road
Dostoevsky Brothers Karamozov
Wharton, Edith Age of Innocence
Tolsky Anna Karina
Paton Cry the Beloved Country
Stoker, Bram Dracula
Atwood, M The Handsmaid Tale
Morrison, Toni Beloved
Plath The Bell Jar
Dumas The Count of Monte Cristo
Salinger Franny and Zooey
Alverez How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents
Hemingway For Whom the Bell Tolls
Atlas Shrugged Rand
Bastard Out of Carolina Allison
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Adams
The Sun Also Rises Hemingway
Dubliners Joyce
The Breakfast of Champions Vonnegut
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter McCullers
Achebe, Chinua Things Fall Apart
Agee, James A Death in the Family
Austen, Jane Pride and Prejudice
Baldwin, James Go Tell It on the Mountain
Bellow, Saul The Adventures of Augie March
Brontë, Charlotte Jane Eyre
Brontë, Emily Wuthering Heights
Camus, Albert The Stranger
Cather, Willa Death Comes for the Archbishop
Chopin, Kate The Awakening
Cooper, James Fenimore The Last of the Mohicans
Crane, Stephen The Red Badge of Courage
Dante Inferno
de Cervantes, Miguel Don Quixote
Defoe, Daniel Robinson Crusoe
Dickens, Charles A Tale of Two Cities
Dreiser, Theodore An American Tragedy
Dumas, Alexandre The Three Musketeers
Eliot, George The Mill on the Floss
Ellison, Ralph Invisible Man
Faulkner, William As I Lay Dying
Fielding, Henry Tom Jones
Flaubert, Gustave Madame Bovary
Ford, Ford Madox The Good Soldier
Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Faust
Hardy, Thomas Tess of the d’Urbervilles
Heller, Joseph Catch 22
Hugo, Victor The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Hurston, Zora Neale Their Eyes Were Watching God
Huxley, Aldous Brave New World
Ibsen, Henrik A Doll’s House
James, Henry The Portrait of a Lady
James, Henry The Turn of the Screw
Joyce, James A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Kingston, Maxine Hong The Woman Warrior
Lewis, Sinclair Babbitt
Mann, Thomas The Magic Mountain
Heinlein, Robert Stranger in a Strange Land.
O’Connor, Flannery A Good Man is Hard to Find
O’Neill, Eugene Long Day’s Journey into Night
Orwell, George Animal Farm
Pasternak, Boris Doctor Zhivago
Plath, Sylvia The Bell Jar
Proust, Marcel Swann’s Way
Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49
Remarque, Erich Maria All Quiet on the Western Front
Rostand, Edmond Cyrano de Bergerac
Roth, Henry Call It Sleep
Kuralt, Charles Charles Kuralt’s America.
Shelley, Mary Frankenstein
Silko, Leslie Marmon Ceremony
Solzhenitsyn, Alexander One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Stevenson, Robert Louis Treasure Island
Stowe, Harriet Beecher Uncle Tom’s Cabin
Swift, Jonathan Gulliver’s Travel
Tan, Amy The Joy Luck Club
Thackeray, William Vanity Fair
Thoreau, Henry David Walden
Alex Kotlowitz There Are No Children Here
Turgenev, Ivan Fathers and Sons
Yusunari Kawabata Thousand Cranes
Vonnegut, Kurt Jr. Slaughterhouse-Five
Walker, Alice The Color Purple
Wharton, Edith The House of Mirth
Welty, Eudora Collected Stories
Whitman, Walt Leaves of Grass
Wilde, Oscar The Picture of Dorian Gray
Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner Freakonomics
Woolf, Virginia To the Lighthouse
Cather, Willa My Antonia
Shepard, Alan Moon Shot: The Inside Story
Potok, Chaim The Chosen
Delany, Sarah and Elizabeth Having Our Say
Does this sound alright?
Read this and then rewrite anything that you don’t like. I want to see how others interpret it. (I have the rest of the story written, I just wanted to add this tidbit)
Prologue:
I heard a knock on the door. "LUCY! LUCY FORBES! OPEN IT UP THIS INSTANT!" It was my deadbeat drunk of a father. Lucy was my mom’s name. I hoped she wouldn’t open it. He was almost never sober. And when he was drunk, he was violent. I heard him kick down the door. I screamed, at the same time my mom did. She came running down the hall and scooped me up. She tossed me down the laundry chute before my father could see me.
I heard a bang, that vibrated the house. Then a scream, my mothers. There was another bang, and then it was all silent. I sat huddled among the dirty clothes I had landed in and cried. I had heard those bangs down my street before. I lived in the "bad side of town" as my mother had so often referred to it. They were gunshots. The police would be coming any minute now, to check up on us. Our landlady would want to make sure no one had gotten any blood on her precious carpet.
I crawled out of the basket and sat on the steps. I hoped the second bullet had been for my father. He didn’t deserve life if he had killed my mom. The basement door creaked open, and I saw the silhouette of a man, looming not ten steps away from me.
Annika woke up in a cold sweat, all of her blankets kicked off her. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t have blankets. Charlotte and Eugene had taken them away so that she would have a harder time getting out her window.
She mopped her forehead with her arm and sat up. Her alarm was blaring, but it was only four in the morning. She had chores to do, and breakfasts to make. Her adoptive parents had her up early in the morning and into the wee hours of the night. She was a slave in her own home. A modern day Cinderella. Except for, she didn’t need a prince charming to rescue her. She snuck off when her "parents" weren’t watching, and hung out with her friends from the orphanage where she had spent most of her life.
Annika slipped into her only pair of jeans and a holey sweater. She had decided against sneaking out today, or the next day. Or even the rest of this week. The punishments she earned from her few hours of freedom were delivered harshly and frequently, to remind her that they were in charge, or just because they were bored. But frankly, Annika thought, It’s most certainly worth it.
Ok, so the fist part is supposed to be in italic, because this is a dream about her past. Also, what Annika is thinking in the end is also supposed to be italicized.
Let me rephrase this, What does it sound like is going on? (keep in mind the italicized parts.)
Prologue:
I heard a knock on the door of our small condo. “LUCY! LUCY FORBES! OPEN IT UP THIS INSTANT!” It was my deadbeat drunk of a father. Lucy was my mom’s name. I hoped she wouldn’t open it. My father was almost never sober. And when he was drunk, he was violent. I heard him kick down the door. I screamed, at the same time my mom did. She came running down the hall and scooped me up. She tossed me down the laundry chute before my father could see me. I was about the size of a loaf of bread at the time, do I fit easily.
I heard a bang, which vibrated the house. Then a scream, my mothers. There was another bang, and then it was all silent. I sat huddled among the dirty clothes I had landed in and cried. I had heard those bangs down my street before. I lived in the “bad side of town” as my mother had so often referred to it. They were gunshots. The police would be coming any minute now, to check up on us. Our landlady would want to make sure no one had gotten any blood on her precio
precious orange carpet.
I crawled out of the basket and sat on the wooden steps. I hoped the second bullet had been for my father. He didn’t deserve life if he had killed my mom. The basement door creaked open, and I saw the silhouette of a man, looming not ten steps away from me.
Annika woke up in a cold sweat, all of her blankets kicked off her. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t have blankets. Charlotte and Eugene, her adoptive parents, had taken them away so that she would have a harder time sneaking out her window.
She mopped her forehead with her arm and sat up. Her alarm was blaring, but it was only four in the morning. She had chores to do, and breakfasts to make. Her adoptive parents had her up early in the morning and into the wee hours of the night. She was a slave in her own home. A modern day Cinderella. Except for, she didn’t need a prince charming to rescue her. She snuck off when her “parents” weren’t watching, and hung out with her friends from the orphanage where she
had spent most of her life.
Annika slipped into her only pair of jeans and a holey sweater. Charlotte had never bothered to get her any new clothes. She assumed the ones she had worn last year were still just as good as when she had come from the orphanage. She had decided against sneaking out today, or the next day. Or even the rest of this week. She would instead, do the ridiculous chores she was assigned, like cleaning out the crawl space, or ridding the garden of aphids. The punishments she earned from her few hours of freedom were delivered harshly and frequently, to remind her that her new “parents” were in charge, or just because they were bored. But frankly, Annika thought, freedom is most certainly worth it.
I made the changes you asked for!