My Fantastic Horrible Day

My Fantastic, Horrible Day

Tragedy

Author's Note:

In my literature group we all were asked certain basic like "Pick a type of clothing" for all of our answers we all had to try to use as many as possible with making sense and no having random things happen in the writing.

It was March, the month of our anniversary, I think he might propose, anything is possible when your waking up to the birds singing and the sun coming up and shining through your window giving my room the extra heat that it desires. I slither out of my bed like a snake, and slip on my largely fluffy robe, as I'm moving down the stairs and into the kitchen like a robot, I grab a bowl of cookie crisp and begin to brew coffee. The coffee breezes through my throat craving for more. Once I start sipping instead of chugging it down I remembered my dream from last tonight. Tonight is going to be a big night. It was my boyfriend Calvin, and me's 3 year anniversary, and all my friends thought he was gong to propose, so I needed to prepare.

I hoped into my car and started the engine, which is always a good feeling turning the car key, and suddenly feeling in control. With the leather chair underneath me supporting my destination. I'm cruising through the streets, and I pull off to the local market. Finally, I got to the store and it's already one o'clock and the dinner is at five, so I have time to spare. Aisle by aisle I looked for things I need for tonight. Most of them were all just food, which I didn’t need because we were going to go out for dinner tonight. My face begins to go from a smile into a frown because I can't find what I'm looking for. All I can find is food, random kid toys like alpacas and platypuses which leaves me nowhere, so I start heading out of the store thinking might as well get mints, you never no what your going to eat. I'm in the check up line and across the way I see the most cutest orange tank top ever invented and I knew I had to have it. Also, it was Calvin's favorite color which was a total bonus. I grab the shirt and go back in line and drift off about my night. How he would come in being all romantic giving me roses, and how we would live happily ever after. We'll have our honeymoon and bike around in a very tropic area with a beautiful waterfall as the background. Then, I saw three kids Carmen, Nick, and Rosalie. I snap back to reality and I'm disappointed to not have that as my life. To be living in a crowned, and loud city like New York, but it's okay soon that life will come. As I'm leaving the market I look up at the sky and then the sunlight takes an exit.

Once I get home I realize that I still haven't taken a shower or cleaned anything so I knew I had to get moving. Feeling the steamy hot shower bounce all over my body, giving it a boost of energy. I dry myself off with a smooth, warm  towel. I dried off my body, and then starting putting on all of my new clothes, fitting to my body.  Next step was for me to put on my mask, the mask that covers all of my blemishes.

 Finally I'm done. I cruised down the stairs and pressed play on the voicemail box. I listen as it says "Three new messages, first message sent Wednesday at 2:47 PM… Hey Carly! Its's Jessica I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies on Friday, it's at 9 o'clock. Bye!... End of message. Next message sent yesterday at  11:03 AM… Hi Carly! It's your big sis calling to let you know there's a family dinner mom put together and your part of the family! It's Next week Sunday and It's an open house dinner and lunch. Hope to see you there, Bye!... End of message. Last message sent today at 4:30 PM…Hi Hun, It's Calvin... I'm incredibly sorry, but I can't come tonight. I didn't want it to end like this at all, but I think you’re a great person, but just no the one for me, Again I'm sorry. Bye… End of message. No more messages." My heart sank to the ground. I've been waiting for the night what felt like forever. I wanted to take a hammer to my head because I was stressed, angry, and sad. My life has flashed before my eyes and my night comes to a tragic ending . I feel alone and isolated. My home which is filled with love and care goes to creepy and ghostly.  I look outside and notice the weather changed once again from dark cloudy, to thunder and lightning. I start asking myself why is this happening to me? Did I do something wrong?

I walked back up my room almost crawling, and tears drip down my face. Crushed by the man who loves me, or loved anyway. I walked outside to my balcony and just stayed there because to me there is no point in living anymore.

The Circuit

When you make the decision to become a parent you have to make sacrifices  for your kids. You can't call quits. You have to make the best life possible for each child. In the story "The Circuit" the dad doesn't live up to his expectations.

The frightening thing about this story is that it's so true. Parents not giving their children the amount of love they need, sounds about right. I don't know if it's that is hard to make enough money or find time to spend with them; and that's why they don't get the proper care. I feel as if you make the commitment to have a child, you have to give them what they need; and if you can't do this them you have to put the baby up for adoption to give her/him a better life. Or, just don't have a baby.

How this relates to the story is that Papa makes crucial mistakes. He makes choices that he thinks is best for the family, but it doesn't seem like it. As their family moves again his son Panchito was sad. Then, he went to school and ended up loving it. Right as Panchito got home the family was moving again. Education is an important thing in kids life. Therefore, I thought Papa made a very bad decision.

When I read stories like this one, it makes me feel better that my parents do make the time to spend with me even if they have a million things on their plate. Like when my mom just a week or two ago took a day off from work to chaperone for a school field trip; and the whole time I didn't talk to any of my friends, and she didn't talk to the other parents. My mom and I don't spend as much time together as I would like so it touched my heart that she went out of her way to do this for me. Another thing is that my dad is the best thing that I could have. He's always in the bleachers cheering me on at every game, when the rest of my family can't make it. Or when I tell him I need to buy a shirt for the dance and get make-up he says "Don't worry about it, it on me." For me, that was huge, because usually knowing me, it's not one or two dollars.

The point to this story was to do what's necessary for your child no matter what the circumstances are. Also, noticing your kids, and not making decisions based upon you, but for the greater good of your family.

All Summer in a Day

Some people may say that they fear spiders or maybe snakes, but those are the people who haven't found what we should fear the most; isolation. In the story "All Summer in a Day" Margot has faced this miserable problem.

One of her problems it being disliked by so many people in her class. If I was a person who had people rolling their eyes at me and using nonverbal communications I would feel horrible! I think that Ray Bradbury did an amazing job with this piece of writing. He captured a lot of emotion and put so much feeling into the characters.

His story gave me the idea of a story that I heard the other day when I heard a story relating to the isolation and loneliness that Margot had. The story was about how scientists put one monkey in a room all by there self giving shelter, food and warmth.  They wanted to see how the monkey would adapt to being by there self. The monkey was never held once. The monkey went to the corner of the room and didn't eat and starved and almost died.

The reason why the scientist did this is because it's scary to never be loved, or talked to. And that people can go insane or commit suicide because of this. How this came together with the story is because Margot felt so alone and everyone made fun of her because she was different and didn't fit in they put her in a closet and locked it. Finally, the kids went to open the door and they noticed it was silent. They opened the door even more slowly and let Margot out. After reading this I thought Margot killed herself because she felt so isolated.

Margot is not a real character, but there are people in the world that go through this and that is a crime. The story teaches us what to fear; the fear of being isolated. Just one person is all anyone needs. If we don't have that one person we will be lost, clueless and then become insane, and perhaps … take your own life.