At 1/28/10 07:53 PM, SCTE3 wrote:
NEW SUBJECT: You're a girl at the age of 13 and your parents kicked you out of your own home along with all your stuff since they could no longer afford to pay or buy the supplies you would need to live. You move in with a friend.
My dad called for me, but not in his usually tone. It was a soft voice for him. I became worried as I turned the corner from my room to see him in the old living room, sitting on the tattered couch with mom, both with faces of regret.
Sit down, he whispered.
I sat to dad's right, plopping down. The couch gave a heavy sigh. Mom was about to cry. I hope Grampi didn't die.
We're sorry, he started.
What do you mean, I said.
Well, between mom and dad's job---well, we love you, and we've tried but---
But what, I desperately pleaded.
You have to stay with Madaline now, Mom broke. We have to let you go, we can't keep you.
I felt like Goldie, our Yellow Labrador. Well, she used to be ours. She disappeared three months ago.
Mom and Dad had a talk with me then too except, I know this is what happened to her too. Given away, gone for good.
Mom sobbed. Dad tried to comfort her, but it was contagious, and he joined her.
Me? Shocked. I didn't believe it. I knew we were poor, Mom and Dad really were making ends meet for us, but I couldn't leave. No, that's not possible. Why would they do this?
Despite my doubt, the deed was done. I woke up the next morning, my belongings all packed. I didn't have much: my diary, the 1st Harry Potter (got that one for Christmas last year), my backpack and books for school, a comb. There was more, but it wasn't much more. Just little things here and there.
After a short breakfast, some cheerios and OJ, Mom and I got into the car and drove to Madaline's. She is my best friend, ever. I don't have any other friends. They all make fun of me. My clothes are "from the stone age" they say. Madaline was different. She loved me even though she was with them too.
The car was quite besides the dull roar of radio fuzzing in and out and the tires hitting the pavement, the squeaking of the wheels turning, the engine giving it all its got as we come up the final hill where Madaline's house is at the top.
We turn into the driveway and stop the car. Finally some real quite. We got out of the car. I stood facing Mom. Mom stared into my eyes. She said,
Honey, I---I...
but she couldn't muster anything from herself. I helped her out.
I love you Mom. And it's ok.
But it wasn't.
Will I see you again? Mom?
She hugged me.
Goodbye, she said.
Goodbye, I echoed.
She got in the car, and the machine made its noises as it drove into the distance, the sound decaying with it. I walked to Madeline's door and knocked. A new day began.
Topic: A man is on the verge of winning a hot dog eating competition. However, before eating the winning hot dog, time stops. He looks around in confusion. A man comes to him and says, "If you eat this hot dog, you will win, but you will die in three days after bacteria from the hot dog weakens you to death. If you don't eat this hot dog, you lose, and everyone will laugh at you for the rest of your life, but you will live for 50 more years." Describe the account from beginning to end, including what the man does after realizing the crossroads of his fate. (sorry long, haha)
