Don't read it...
Ok, this is my story for English...TAKE THAT CHOPIN!!! no, I don't care...just don't read it....cause it smells like turkey!
So Cold
By Jennifer Koenig
It was so cold outside. It was the middle of December. Tom the local weatherman had said that they could expect some sort of snowfall later that evening. Pamela Brown and her younger sister Angie sat in front of their blazing woodstove waiting for the power to come back on. They both hoped that they would have enough snowfall to miss school the next day, or at least a delay! To pass the time, Pamela read some of her favorite lines from her favorite book, The Count of Monte Cristo, to her sister who sat by, absorbing Dumas’ tale of revenge. Not soon after they had started, Angie fell asleep on the sofa, so Pamela decided to lay her book to the side and go to sleep as well. Pamela dreamt of summer vacationing in Hawaii with the sun beating down on her. The dream soon turned to her lying down in her hotel room with 2nd degree burns all over her body. The pain was overwhelming, and she began to cry, though she didn’t know why. Pain was not usually something that brought her to tears.
It only took a few moments for her to realize that she was no longer in her home. She was lying in a hospital bed. Her mother sat at her side retelling the tale of the fire that had taken her younger sister only from the information she had gathered from Pamela’s almost incoherent screams of terror at the scene of the accident. It seemed that the flames from the stove reached a little too far out and set the curtains on fire at first. Angie woke up first and managed to pull her sister out of the burning house and onto the cold desolate ground outside, but not before some fire had found its way onto Pamela’s bed.
Once they were both outside, Angie must have heard the cries of her Corgi, Tucker, and gone back into the blazing house to save him, only, she never came back out. By the time the ambulance came, it had already started to snow. Maybe Pamela wouldn’t have school the next day, but, it didn’t really matter anymore. Her mind had been molded into only one thought. She decided at that moment that her one aspiration in life was to seek total revenge on the fire that had claimed her sister. She hated it with every ounce of life that still remained in her soul. She knew then why she had cried at the end of her dream. She had lost everything. No, not her home and possessions, but her sister, her life, her hope. And it was still cold outside, just as it was before.
So Cold
By Jennifer Koenig
It was so cold outside. It was the middle of December. Tom the local weatherman had said that they could expect some sort of snowfall later that evening. Pamela Brown and her younger sister Angie sat in front of their blazing woodstove waiting for the power to come back on. They both hoped that they would have enough snowfall to miss school the next day, or at least a delay! To pass the time, Pamela read some of her favorite lines from her favorite book, The Count of Monte Cristo, to her sister who sat by, absorbing Dumas’ tale of revenge. Not soon after they had started, Angie fell asleep on the sofa, so Pamela decided to lay her book to the side and go to sleep as well. Pamela dreamt of summer vacationing in Hawaii with the sun beating down on her. The dream soon turned to her lying down in her hotel room with 2nd degree burns all over her body. The pain was overwhelming, and she began to cry, though she didn’t know why. Pain was not usually something that brought her to tears.
It only took a few moments for her to realize that she was no longer in her home. She was lying in a hospital bed. Her mother sat at her side retelling the tale of the fire that had taken her younger sister only from the information she had gathered from Pamela’s almost incoherent screams of terror at the scene of the accident. It seemed that the flames from the stove reached a little too far out and set the curtains on fire at first. Angie woke up first and managed to pull her sister out of the burning house and onto the cold desolate ground outside, but not before some fire had found its way onto Pamela’s bed.
Once they were both outside, Angie must have heard the cries of her Corgi, Tucker, and gone back into the blazing house to save him, only, she never came back out. By the time the ambulance came, it had already started to snow. Maybe Pamela wouldn’t have school the next day, but, it didn’t really matter anymore. Her mind had been molded into only one thought. She decided at that moment that her one aspiration in life was to seek total revenge on the fire that had claimed her sister. She hated it with every ounce of life that still remained in her soul. She knew then why she had cried at the end of her dream. She had lost everything. No, not her home and possessions, but her sister, her life, her hope. And it was still cold outside, just as it was before.