What if your life depended on you? What if your family’s lives counted on you? What if you were the one causing someone in your family to die. In the stories The Awakening and War Comes to Willy Freeman the main characters deal with this. The more they mess up, the more their family gets in danger. This is why these two characters have so much in common, even though the two teenagers live completely different lives.
Chloe is a girl, who everyone suspects to be crazy. But really, she’s not. Willy is just a girl, where everyone underestimates her. They both are so much alike and have major problems in life. Adults don’t respect them ever, and they never have a chance to be the kid. These characters are always the ones taking action in life, when their parents really should. Both characters need to stand up for themselves, and be the kids they’re meant to be. They both are pretty brave to run away from danger, and walk into some more.
A very bad habit that Chloe and Willy have is that they both run away from their problems. They don’t think that they should fix their problems that they made, until after they do something. These girls need to think ahead and look into the future, and think of what problems they will cause. Or what trouble they could get into. But they don’t care; they just go with the flow, which they really need to change.
Obviously Chloe and Willy have differences. One of them lives in a mental home, and the other is living in a war zone. If you put aside their surroundings, and look at how they act, they are still pretty different. Willy is just really selfish, only trying to fit her needs. She doesn’t care if what she does is going to hurt other people, which is horrible. Chloe, on the other hand, is wonderful and risks her life to save others. She never gives up and probably a better person than Willy, seeing that she cares for others and not only herself.
Both these girls live completely different lives. Even though they’re in different books, they have different personalities, and live in completely different areas, doesn’t mean they’re only different. They could also be alike. If you take two people and compare them, let’s say a bully that lives in Kansas and a nice kid in Australia, they probably have something in common, aside from the way they look. There is such thing as being unique, but other people might be just as unique as you.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The Man in the Red Hat
It was a windy day in Manhattan, and the streets were empty. There was no noise throughout the whole city, but the sound of my feet stomping on the ground while I’m walking. I look around, wondering if I’m dreaming the quietness, then I hear a plea for help. I sprint, to follow the sound of the women’s cry, to find a man, in a red hat, beating her with a baseball bat. I was mesmerized by the blood erupting from her head. Then I snap out of it. I couldn’t bear to see this, so I went up to the guy and punched him in the eye. He fell to the ground. I turn him over so I can see his face. He has no face. I couldn’t describe it even if I tried. All I knew is that there was no flesh on it. He wasn’t human. I turned and made a mad dash for the door. I stop, because I smell my mother’s homemade pancakes. But she’s dead. How is that possible? I turn around, only to find the man, with the bat. The next thing I knew he was beating me, and I blacked out.
I woke up on a white floor, and I have no idea where I am. But for some reason that place seemed really familiar. Then I hear someone call my name, “Michael, follow my voice. I have a surprise for you…” Of course I follow him, what do I have to lose?
“Where are you?” I asked the voice from above.
“I’m across the crystal bridge. Just go to the end of it and walk down the steps.” I walked down the bridge. He wasn’t kidding. The bridge really was crystal. It was shiny see through crystal, and it was so beautiful. The sun shined right through it to make a bright rainbow across the whole floor. “Where are you? I went down the steps and you’re nowhere to be found.” I exclaimed.
“Turn around.” I slowly turn around, and scream at the top of my lungs. I find a man, in a white robe, white sandals, and a beard flowing in the wind. The beard smells pretty delicious. It smells like….like…..my mother’s pancakes! Why do I keep smelling them? Anyways, the man kind of reminds me of Jesus. “Hello young man, my name is Jesus,” well that makes sense.”I would like to welcome you to Heaven.” Jesus steps a little to the side, and there’s my mother. More beautiful and stunning than ever before.
“Mom!” I run over and give her the biggest hug you could ever give someone. She hugs back. I feel like I’m alive again! Then she slaps hard in the face with a brick, and I wake up. In a hospital. On the floor.
“He’s alive! I can’t believe this! You’re a lucky man, Michael.”
“I know I know.” I sprinted, out of the room, out of the hospital, all the way to my apartment three miles away. “I can’t believe this is happening to me again. After all these years, it’s happened again. Why now? Why at this time? This doesn’t make any sense to me. I’ve gotta leave town again, and change my name, and get a new home. How’d he find me? The man in the red hat, that evil little…” I hear a knock, a loud knock. So loud my eardrums are pounding, and I can’t even hear myself breath. I follow the disturbing noise, and it leads to the patio door, so I know the sound is coming from something on my deck.
I stick my head out the door, and there he was, Jesus was eating some peanuts and throwing the shells at my wall. Which you wouldn’t think was too loud, but it was crazy loud. “What are you doing here?” I said, with a scared tone. I wasn’t expecting him any time soon.
“Saving you. You’ve been through too much, and I’m sorry about Chad.” I had no clue who Chad was. I never even heard of the guy. “Who’s Chad?”
“Don’t you remember? Chad Loopy, you guys used to be best friends, until he went loopy, and now he’s ‘the man in the red hat’ as you call him.” And I freeze. Every muscle in my body stops functioning right, and I can’t move. My heart feels like it stopped, and I can’t breathe. My lungs are closing, as I’m gasping for air. The room starts spinning, and I fall. I can’t control what I am doing or feeling. All of a sudden, everything is a blur. The last thing I saw was the man in the red hat, with a knife with dark red blood dripping off of it, and him laughing. “That’s what you get Michael; you always knew it was coming.”
I woke up on a white floor, and I have no idea where I am. But for some reason that place seemed really familiar. Then I hear someone call my name, “Michael, follow my voice. I have a surprise for you…” Of course I follow him, what do I have to lose?
“Where are you?” I asked the voice from above.
“I’m across the crystal bridge. Just go to the end of it and walk down the steps.” I walked down the bridge. He wasn’t kidding. The bridge really was crystal. It was shiny see through crystal, and it was so beautiful. The sun shined right through it to make a bright rainbow across the whole floor. “Where are you? I went down the steps and you’re nowhere to be found.” I exclaimed.
“Turn around.” I slowly turn around, and scream at the top of my lungs. I find a man, in a white robe, white sandals, and a beard flowing in the wind. The beard smells pretty delicious. It smells like….like…..my mother’s pancakes! Why do I keep smelling them? Anyways, the man kind of reminds me of Jesus. “Hello young man, my name is Jesus,” well that makes sense.”I would like to welcome you to Heaven.” Jesus steps a little to the side, and there’s my mother. More beautiful and stunning than ever before.
“Mom!” I run over and give her the biggest hug you could ever give someone. She hugs back. I feel like I’m alive again! Then she slaps hard in the face with a brick, and I wake up. In a hospital. On the floor.
“He’s alive! I can’t believe this! You’re a lucky man, Michael.”
“I know I know.” I sprinted, out of the room, out of the hospital, all the way to my apartment three miles away. “I can’t believe this is happening to me again. After all these years, it’s happened again. Why now? Why at this time? This doesn’t make any sense to me. I’ve gotta leave town again, and change my name, and get a new home. How’d he find me? The man in the red hat, that evil little…” I hear a knock, a loud knock. So loud my eardrums are pounding, and I can’t even hear myself breath. I follow the disturbing noise, and it leads to the patio door, so I know the sound is coming from something on my deck.
I stick my head out the door, and there he was, Jesus was eating some peanuts and throwing the shells at my wall. Which you wouldn’t think was too loud, but it was crazy loud. “What are you doing here?” I said, with a scared tone. I wasn’t expecting him any time soon.
“Saving you. You’ve been through too much, and I’m sorry about Chad.” I had no clue who Chad was. I never even heard of the guy. “Who’s Chad?”
“Don’t you remember? Chad Loopy, you guys used to be best friends, until he went loopy, and now he’s ‘the man in the red hat’ as you call him.” And I freeze. Every muscle in my body stops functioning right, and I can’t move. My heart feels like it stopped, and I can’t breathe. My lungs are closing, as I’m gasping for air. The room starts spinning, and I fall. I can’t control what I am doing or feeling. All of a sudden, everything is a blur. The last thing I saw was the man in the red hat, with a knife with dark red blood dripping off of it, and him laughing. “That’s what you get Michael; you always knew it was coming.”
Monday, December 12, 2011
Main Conflict for War Comes to Willy Freeman
The main conflict in War Comes to Willy Freeman, would probably be that Willy punched her aunts boss. This was a horrible thing to do because it wasn’t only bad for her, but for her whole family. If she didn’t punch him, her life would be different from there to the end of the book. She would have never been whipped, she would have never almost had her uncle put into slavery again, and everything would just be a whole lot better for her. But she took the long rout in life, and decided that she can do whatever she wants, and then run away from her problems. I believe that if she never would have got into a fight with her aunts boss, she would have never been through all of the messes she got into. She needs to learn that even though she starts a fight, it doesn’t mean that she has to finish it.
Friday, December 9, 2011
The story of Janet, the College Drop-out
“Hey Janet, can I talk to you for a second?” Asks the teacher.
“Sure. What’s up Mrs. W?”
“You are failing my class. And you won’t be able to make it up by the end of the semester. I’m very disappointed in you.”
“I’m gonna drop out of school,” says Janet, “ and become a flash mob dancer. That’s always been my dream. Goodbye”
*****************************next day
I called all my friends. Told them to meet up with me at 12:00 p.m at the mall. I’m there at 11:54, and I can’t find anyone. Anyway, it hits noon, and I start dancing like crazy. Everybody is looking and laughing. I thought I was good, and I look down to start my jazz hands low, and I realize I’m naked. I make this really high pitched sound, that I highly regret because the people that weren’t looking, glanced over at me. I made a mad dash for the closest shop, which happened to be Aeropostle. Of course, the dressing rooms were locked. So I was standing there, my hands over my junk, when my ex walked straight up to me.
“Hello Janet.” says my ex in the most annoying tone ever.
“Hi….? Do you work here now.”
“Yes. Yes I do…may I ask you why you’re naked?”
“Oh, that? Umm… I actually have no idea how I got naked.”
“Interesting….”
She was very nice, and gave me her yoga outfit that she had. She loves yoga. Anyway, I was wearing this skin tight shirt, with girly yoga pants walking out of the building. Everybody noticed me, but this time nobody laughed. I realized I kind of liked the feeling of the clothes, and that’s how I became a drag queen.
“Sure. What’s up Mrs. W?”
“You are failing my class. And you won’t be able to make it up by the end of the semester. I’m very disappointed in you.”
“I’m gonna drop out of school,” says Janet, “ and become a flash mob dancer. That’s always been my dream. Goodbye”
*****************************next day
I called all my friends. Told them to meet up with me at 12:00 p.m at the mall. I’m there at 11:54, and I can’t find anyone. Anyway, it hits noon, and I start dancing like crazy. Everybody is looking and laughing. I thought I was good, and I look down to start my jazz hands low, and I realize I’m naked. I make this really high pitched sound, that I highly regret because the people that weren’t looking, glanced over at me. I made a mad dash for the closest shop, which happened to be Aeropostle. Of course, the dressing rooms were locked. So I was standing there, my hands over my junk, when my ex walked straight up to me.
“Hello Janet.” says my ex in the most annoying tone ever.
“Hi….? Do you work here now.”
“Yes. Yes I do…may I ask you why you’re naked?”
“Oh, that? Umm… I actually have no idea how I got naked.”
“Interesting….”
She was very nice, and gave me her yoga outfit that she had. She loves yoga. Anyway, I was wearing this skin tight shirt, with girly yoga pants walking out of the building. Everybody noticed me, but this time nobody laughed. I realized I kind of liked the feeling of the clothes, and that’s how I became a drag queen.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Point of view Historical Fiction
Authors Note: we had to write a response to if we think our main character is a good narrator. If you are reading, War Comes to Willy Freeman, please comment if you agree with me. Thanks!
Willy, in War Comes to Willy Freeman, is the main character and the narrator. She shows how innocent she is and how sad her life is. She lives a very sad life and this book shows how she gets treated and how it feels to be a free African American girl. Also when she is stuck in weird and awkward situations, it makes it more dramatic because usually all the things that are happening to her would happen to women, not 13 year olds. When she’s sailing in the water and the soldiers see her, there’s not much she can do or say, but if she was older she would’ve actually known what to do. Instead of waiting in the boat and staring at the stars, waiting for the soldiers to come get her, she could’ve said something. But instead she made it more dramatic than it really had to be.
I personally think her point of view would be better than others in the story because she had a more interesting life, traveling around to try to find her mother. The only person I think would be more interesting to read about maybe would be her mom. While she was away for two years, it might have been interesting to read what she was doing and how the men treated her. If her mom was elling her point of view when she was dying, I'm sure it would be different because it seemed like she wanted to die. Willy didn't want her to, and I think it would end up being a lot different. Even if they were related, doesn't mean they have the same life.
Willy, in War Comes to Willy Freeman, is the main character and the narrator. She shows how innocent she is and how sad her life is. She lives a very sad life and this book shows how she gets treated and how it feels to be a free African American girl. Also when she is stuck in weird and awkward situations, it makes it more dramatic because usually all the things that are happening to her would happen to women, not 13 year olds. When she’s sailing in the water and the soldiers see her, there’s not much she can do or say, but if she was older she would’ve actually known what to do. Instead of waiting in the boat and staring at the stars, waiting for the soldiers to come get her, she could’ve said something. But instead she made it more dramatic than it really had to be.
I personally think her point of view would be better than others in the story because she had a more interesting life, traveling around to try to find her mother. The only person I think would be more interesting to read about maybe would be her mom. While she was away for two years, it might have been interesting to read what she was doing and how the men treated her. If her mom was elling her point of view when she was dying, I'm sure it would be different because it seemed like she wanted to die. Willy didn't want her to, and I think it would end up being a lot different. Even if they were related, doesn't mean they have the same life.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Rob(Creative Piece)
Rob was a big man, and whenever he robbed some store, he would hide the items under his fat. One day Rob went into Wal-mart, and did his Christmas shopping. The man ran out of the store, as fast as his body could let him. He quickly crossed to the other side of the street, hoping they would not notice him. Of course someone did. "Wheee-hoo! Whee-hoo! Whee-hoo!"
"Uh oh! Here comes the Po-po!" yelled Rob. He tried running away, but he wasn't very fast. The 'Po-Po' caught him, and took him to jail. The nice policeman asked if Rob stole anything. Of course he said no. The policeman didn't believe him and took him to this one dark room. There were detectives and other officers in there too. One lady was looking at the footage of him stealing some shoes, and saw that the man stuffed them up his shirt. So she lifted up his shirt, and started digging. She found a pair of shoes,2 hats, a pair of mittens, 3 Nintendo DS's and a HUGE glass of Wine. Long story short, Rob didn't get any Christmas presents that year.
"Uh oh! Here comes the Po-po!" yelled Rob. He tried running away, but he wasn't very fast. The 'Po-Po' caught him, and took him to jail. The nice policeman asked if Rob stole anything. Of course he said no. The policeman didn't believe him and took him to this one dark room. There were detectives and other officers in there too. One lady was looking at the footage of him stealing some shoes, and saw that the man stuffed them up his shirt. So she lifted up his shirt, and started digging. She found a pair of shoes,2 hats, a pair of mittens, 3 Nintendo DS's and a HUGE glass of Wine. Long story short, Rob didn't get any Christmas presents that year.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Aunt Betsy's Point of View
Authors note:
We had to write a different point of view of a different character from the story than the narrator(or main character). I wrote mine about the book, War Comes to Willy Freeman, and I'm doing it on how Willy aunt's diary and how she felt when Willy just showed up at her house and expected to be taken care of, because she had no where else to go.
Monday
Dear Diary,
Today my niece came all the way from Groton to my town. I feel so bad for her! Her mother went missing and her father died right in front of her. I don't care that she has no place to live, but if she stays any longer than a couple of days, we're gonna get kicked out. I wouldn't want me and my family to have no place to live, so I think I'm going to tell her she has to go tomorrow night. After I wash the dishes. Maybe that will be a good time.
Sincerely,
Betsy
Wednesday
Dear Diary,
Willy's gone! If her mother ever comes back she's going to kill me! She loved that girl so dearly, and now she's gone. All because of me. I should've kept track of her. I should've kept her safe when I could've. What if she went off in the Jolly Boat? That girl knows there's still soldiers around. She's gonna get herself killed! What have I done!!!???!
Sincerely,
Betsy
We had to write a different point of view of a different character from the story than the narrator(or main character). I wrote mine about the book, War Comes to Willy Freeman, and I'm doing it on how Willy aunt's diary and how she felt when Willy just showed up at her house and expected to be taken care of, because she had no where else to go.
Monday
Dear Diary,
Today my niece came all the way from Groton to my town. I feel so bad for her! Her mother went missing and her father died right in front of her. I don't care that she has no place to live, but if she stays any longer than a couple of days, we're gonna get kicked out. I wouldn't want me and my family to have no place to live, so I think I'm going to tell her she has to go tomorrow night. After I wash the dishes. Maybe that will be a good time.
Sincerely,
Betsy
Wednesday
Dear Diary,
Willy's gone! If her mother ever comes back she's going to kill me! She loved that girl so dearly, and now she's gone. All because of me. I should've kept track of her. I should've kept her safe when I could've. What if she went off in the Jolly Boat? That girl knows there's still soldiers around. She's gonna get herself killed! What have I done!!!???!
Sincerely,
Betsy
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