Ahn Byeong-ki

Emma pulled up to the small ranch that she had grown up in. Although she hadn't visited in years, it was exactly as she had remembered. The powder blue house with white shutters and a white door. The lush bushes circled the house. But now there was a for sale sign on the lawn, one that would be taken down tomorrow after the papers were signed. Emma got out of her car and and turned the key in the door for the first time in seven years. She creaked the door open. The house was dull and dark. When she stepped in, a life she had long forgotten came rushing back. How could she have forgotten the kitchen where she did her homework every day after school as her mother gossiped on the phone? The living room where her family camped out in while watching old movies during snow storms? The dining room where game night would take place every Wednesday night; her father always let her win. The spare room where she would read on the windowsill on rainy days? The bathroom where she would fail every weekend to curl her hair and apply eyeliner? Her parents’ bright yellow room, where her father would emerge from, yawning, every morning to knock on Emma’s door to wake her up. He did that ever morning when she was a child, as well as every day for the past two years. Emma sat in the kitchen. She stared at the phone from which her mother had called her to inform her of her father’s diagnosis three years ago. “He’s showing signs of Alzheimer's. A lot of signs, it was all very quick,” Her…

He slammed me against the locker. Pain spread through my body like wildfire. “Give it to me or you’ll suffer more than this,” he gritted through his teeth. “I don’t have it,” I managed to get through. A punch to the stomach. So much for standing up to bullies. After thirty seconds or so in pain, I stood up, thrusted my hand into my pocket and shoved a $4 bill into his chest. “Next time, don’t try to be so brave,” he breathed. And he walked away clutching my money in his hand. Everybody knew that…

It was day 9 of the 12-day cruise. Sitting with my family at the dinner table, I interrupted the conversation and asked if I could be excused so I could go see some friends that I had met on our cruise. I got the go ahead and the time I had to be back in the cabin that night. Normally my curfew is 12am, but that night in particular I thought I could stretch it a bit because we had no obligations for the next morning. I went back to the room, changed, grabbed my phone then went out. The usual…

“Great America, here I come,” I say groggily but excitedly as I wake up. Once I’m fully awake, I jump out of bed, say good morning to my mom, brush my teeth, and throw on my bathing suit with some clothes over. Grabbing my drawstring bag, I compile a list of things to bring. I start grabbing items from around the house, “Sunscreen: check, towel: check, phone: check, money: check,” I say in my head as I find them. And last but definitely not least, I can’t forget Scarlett and my’s map route of…

I remember seldom things in life. Maybe my horrible memory can be attributed to the thousands of Diet Coke I drank as a kid and their alleged nasty side effects to memory. Maybe it’s attributed to my tendency to focus on the minute details and not the whole picture. Or maybe it is just a personal choice, a personal decision to ignore what life has brought me and to somehow use the bits I can recall to construct some fairytale. I wish that this process would have happened when I felt like I was…

Sierra Moore Journal 3 An Abundance of Katherines -John Green (Finished +64) (+52 from No Country for old men -Cormac McCarthy) Inanimate objects are nothing compared to the preciousness of animate life, yet they impact everyone’s lives greatly. In An Abundance of Katherines Colin, the main character, lives with Lindsey and her mother along with his friend Hassan. Together they help each other grow and learn; via hog hunting, cave exploring, and late night conversations. Overall the most…

It had been a normal Friday for any 5th grader at Evans City Elementary School. The bell had rang signaling the end of recess and the start of a very long awaited for weekend. I had went home like always to be greeted by my dog who had been over joyed of the fact I was finally home. "Carly is on the phone wondering if you'd be interested in sleeping over tonight" my mother had called from the kitchen. "Can I talk to her?' I had asked taking the phone from her hands. After we had discussed…

Known as the “Vanishing Island”, Isle de Jean Charles is located in Louisiana and is quickly eroding due to climate change and rising waters from the current pipelines-- it has been called home to residents for over one hundred and seventy years, and the island is vanishing from underneath them. Vaughn-Lee, the director, composed this New York Times op-doc in hopes to reach out to society about the matters that are taking place in Isle de Jean Charles, so authority could take action of the…

Chapter 22: Following the announcement of Malala’s shooting many dignitaries made statements of support for Malala, condemnation of the Taliban and offers of immediate support for her care. Other statements made at a variety of disasters can be comforting to the victim(s) and families or may be politically motivated by a particular agenda thereby politicizing the event, such as mass shootings in the U.S. and gun-control issues. In the case of Malala “It seemed like the whole world was…

Disposition The purpose of this speech is to speak for every childs right to education and to those who can not raise their voice. As said in her speech: ”Today is the day of every women, every boy and every girl who have raised their voice for their rights.” Malala´s message becomes clear when she says the quotes that is written above because she summarize what they whole speech is about which is for the people who have raised their voice for their rights but Malala speak for those who do…