“Sir? We are about to land in Aglo,” the flight attendant said in a kindly manner. I was so tired. I could barely open up my eyes because the sun was shining too bright through the small window. We’d been in the air for about 6 hours, and I’d been asleep for the whole airplane ride. “We have arrived in Aglo, Illinois, and we’re about to land, so could everyone please buckle up your seatbelts and turn off all electronic devices?” the pilot asked into the loudspeaker. I was glad to be out with the old and in with the new. We’d lived in Brazil for so long. Mom, Dad, and I had to get out of that boring, old town and country. My parents were in the back of the airplane. When we landed, it was really bumpy and it gave me a headache. I was excited to be in America. This was where I was going to start a new life and where I didn’t have any more trouble to deal with. Back in Brazil was a mess. What happened to me in the summer made it an even bigger mess. I had told my parents what happened, but they didn’t believe me so I had to show them. They freaked out at first, but they got over it. They said that we needed to move because if anyone found out, crazy things would be going on with our family and friends. I didn’t tell any of my friends what happened to me because my parents told me not to. I didn’t even tell my girlfriend, and I usually …show more content…
We’re going to a fancy restaurant uptown of Aglo and I think it’s called Las Brisas. We got reservations there so that the wait wouldn’t be so long. As soon as we got there, they sat us down and we all began to discuss how much each of us absolutely loves it here. We all absolutely said that we loved it, of course. We ordered our food, but I didn’t eat because I’m an ink drinker. I asked them if they could bring me an old book, so I quickly ran to the restroom, pulled out my straw, and I drank it. It was so
The need for “American Luxuries” in the book , “Enrique's Journey,” causes men and mainly women to leave their families behind. They leave tailing memories of their young children , poor and defenceless. Later in their teenage years, or sometimes even younger, they go on in search of their long lost parents. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, Sonia Nazario re-tells an amazing story based upon the journey of Enrique, a confused and troubled boy in search of his mother, who fled to the U.S when he was five years of age. Nazario uses credibility and emotional appeal to inform the fleeding parents, to think twice upon the vicious and deadly risks of immigrating to the United States.
My junior year I came home right after school with my brother. My parents were both home and asked to speak with my brother, Garret, and I in the kitchen when we put all of our school bags away. The family and I gathered in the kitchen and my parents started talking. And as they were talking I tried my hardest to hold back any tears and get rid of that funny feeling in my throat. As my parents explained to us that they were filing for a divorce.
The Dumas were given so much kindness and were accepted so quickly in those two short years that they were in America. They were highly thought of in their community that they didn’t want to go back to their homeland of Iran after their two-year were up. They didn’t know when they were going to come back, the girl even said so herself, “I didn’t know then that indeed be returning to America about two years later” (Dumas, 16).All that the girl knew was that everyone was upset that she was leaving.
My dad dropped me off at practice one night and just never came home. My mom called him to see where he was and he told her he wanted a divorce. My mom told my brothers before she told me. I knew something was wrong and I remember Chandler telling me on the way to school one day that our parents were getting a divorce. I acted like I wasn’t upset but I was.
It was just one awful bitter sweet ride for two days to my new home, to a new dream I hoped I was going to somewhere In the Land of the Lakes. I just knew my dream had to be up ahead. Anything was better than what my life had
It was getting to the time of takeoff so I saluted the captain and headed toward my seat. I got to my seat and there was a screen where we could watch movies; it was all in English though but they had Portuguese subtitles which helped me. About 10 min into the movie, the plane started to move. I grabbed my mother’s arm and held it tight.
The short story “Hills Like White Elephants,” by Ernest Hemingway, is about a young couple and the polemic (controversial) issue of abortion. Though the word “abortion” is nowhere in the story, it is doubtlessly understood through Hemingway’s powerful use of two literary elements: setting and symbolism. From the first paragraph the setting immediately introduces the tense atmosphere that will surround the rest of the story. The story takes place in Spain in the late 1920’s. The setting is described as follows:
Especially, my dad who had been driving the whole time. So we pulled off of I-75 onto an exit and went to a gas station. It was like a restaurant and gas station mixed. It was really big and everyone was allowed to grab one snack and a drink. I went with the usual teriyaki beef jerky and strawberry gatorade.
They arrive in a small town as the sun rises to its peak in the summer sky, heat beating on their backs and sweat forming on their brows. Nero had long ditched his suit jacket to the back of the cart but Avilio had insistently kept to wearing his long coat, leading Nero to believe that the man had wanted a place to hide his weapons. Of all the people Nero has known in his life, Avilio was definitely one of the more cautionary men he had become acquainted to. “I’m going to go buy food. Don’t get drunk.”
When I was about 7 me and my family went to Mexico to visit family, for Christmas. It was a long 4 hour flight to Dallas, Texas to respite, then another 3 hour flight to the airport. After that we still had to get in a taxi for an hour long from the airport to my grandparents house. On our way to my grandparents house there is a lot of dirt, livestock, stores, and houses. It was about midnight when we left the airport so it was about 1 when we got to my grandparents house.
I woke up when we reached San Francisco Airport after that short nap, I was energized. We all put the suitcases on the two trolleys and walked to the check-in for first class. I glanced at my brown passport wincing at my 16 years old photo, being 16 was a nightmare! My whole face covered with acne, I had braces, a weird nerdy type of glasses and I was very skinny and short. Thankfully those days were behind, now standing at 5’9 with broad shoulders and toned six -pack.
I didn’t want to tell my parents. I was afraid. I am still afraid. But my friends convinced me that I needed to tell someone. I figured my mom was the easier choice.
My parents, Lori and Troy never showed their negative emotions towards each other in front of their children, so when something happened, we never knew until they told us or we heard them talking in private. When my father lost his job I was 17 so it shouldn’t have been hard for me to figure out that something’s wrong, but I never had a clue on what was happening I remember starting to think why is dad home so much now, and every time one of us would ask why he’ll just say I’m on vacation. Even though my father
I eventually told my friends what was happening, it had been months since I had last spoke to them and the only thing I could say to them out loud was “I'm sorry”. Nearing the end of the school year there was one last unit in the English curriculum, a poetry slam. I knew immediately what I had to do, I asked my friend if she'd like to do a partner poem. She without hesitation said yes and we wrote the poem in one night.
Everyone was wondering what the Philippine would look like and how we were going to build houses. After the pilot made the announcement of taking off, the plane lifted off the runway. We arrived in Manila at night, everybody was so exhausted that we went to bed as soon as we reached our