Mother insult

my brain can only take so much. I heard keys in the door and knew mom was home rushing towards the door I waited impatiently for her open it. When my mom comes home I have be the first one she see’s. The door finally opened revealing my exhausted mother. Sighing, I know she is not going to be in the mood to hear my non sense so I disregarded those thoughts and greeted her, “ Hi mommy, how was work?” My mom works as a housekeeper for a rich family in Westchester, New York where the kids teach…

Walking on Puka Shells I am walking down the coast of Hanalei Bay, barefoot, and my wetsuit clinging to my body. I am looking for something, but I am not sure of what that is. The sky is grey, something seems off. I look further down the beach and I see something that looks like a body. As I am running closer and closer, the shape begins to take form. The closer I get, the harder it becomes to run. When my eyes have completely focused on the no longer blurred shape — I realize what it is. Or…

“Bre come eat breakfast!” My mom shouted up the stairs. I jumped out of bed, feeling good, thinking, this is the day to ace my class presentation. In history, we had to create a class presentation about the Civil War, and we had to include dates of what day that event happened, etc. I grabbed a pair of my extremely tight jeans, my extremely baggy, ACDC t-shirt, and my old, dirty, pair of white high top, Chuck Taylors, and I ran down the stairs, getting dressed on my way down. When I got to the…

Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone, forever. Your little sister no matter how many times she’s screamed at you and told you she hated you and stole your stuff- always loved you, and saw you as her hero, her role model. She now starts to blame herself…

wood of the cabinets. His mother stood beside him, a blue mixing bowl in her arms. "Ohhhkay Casp, what does the book say to do next?" She said, and Casper looked at the book in his lap. "Stir the milk in until the batter is smooth and fluffy!" Casper replied confidently, a wide grin with a missing front tooth playing across his lips. "Thank you!" Caspers mother smiled, and she reached over for the milk, setting the bowl down on the counter. Casper passed his mother the mixing spoon, which…

Today, on March 23, 1765. An act was passed yesterday by the Parliament called the Stamp Act and I, Averill Hartnett is outraged. Just in case you did not know what the Stamp Act was. This meant you had to pay a tax for any written documents such as legislative resolves, prints, licenses, newspapers, and songs. Just as the colonists heard this law, immediately started disputes, and began feathering and tarring tax collectors. My family was furious too. Dad grumbles while looking out the window.…

like every other day. The family was up having breakfast, as we all lounged around in our pajamas my mother entered the family room. She told us to clean up after ourselves because she would be leaving in a couple hours to attend a toy drive for the less unfortunate children. So as time was…

mean even old people love them so why do you hate them so much” you mother froze at your question “i don’t trust them” “that’s not-” getting cut off once again her voice is as cold as ice “go to your room” knowing you had no room to argue you run up the stairs doing your best not to cry but failing miserably you never understood your mother she hated pokemon…

I interviewed two young girls on April 21, 2016. The girls are Lauren, who is six years old and Elizabeth, who is twelve years old. The two girls are sisters and they live in the same household. Lauren and Elizabeth share many characteristics, but they also differ in many areas such as communication styles, they have varying answers to the same question, and have different relationships with their peers and family. Language is a form of communication based on a system of symbols. Language can…

After my mom passed away three years ago because of a car crash my dad and I decided to move to San Mateo, California. Everything was new to my father and I, but we had to find a way to move on, moving from Michigan to California was a huge difference. In San Mateo the beach is right across our house; everyday is as bright and sunny as the last, in Michigan everyday was like winter. Well, in just one week I’ll be starting school at San Mateo Mountain High School. New kid, at a new school with…