You reach the end of the clearing. Your heart is pounding and your feet hurt. Giving up isn’t an option though, you have to keep running. But to where? The only place to run is down, down the huge cliff of rocks and trembling insects. Hiding is another option for you to take. Where would you hide in this deserted area? Nowhere, that is where. You are stuck, like a person stuck in quicksand. You can’t move and you hear the footsteps coming closer. Turning around, looking down, heart pounding. One, two, three…… Emma was gone.
One 3 days earlier
Heading from the United States all the way to South America was harder than you would think. The noise, the airplane sickness, and the time difference. Sure, it was only my mom and I who would be traveling. You might be asking why we were traveling to South America. Here is a little bit of history about my side of the family. My mom grew up in South America with her parents. Then she met the most amazing guy, who broke her heart. They were going out at 19, and she felt she had a connection. A year later he proposed, only for her to find out that he was already married, and this was his second relationship cheating! Crushed by what she had figured out my mom continued on with college. After she graduated, with the degree of medicine she found a fantastic man who loved her for herself who wasn't married . They married in brazil, only for my mother to be pregnant with her little angel; me!!! I found out that my father went off to war and never came back. That is my family history. Nothing special, but I love my life just the way it is. So here my mom and I are heading off to South America. Let's just hope all goes well, and we come back in one piece………
On the plane
There is a roar in my ear, and I feel like my head just might explode. The engines kicks up and we are off the ground. I feel like I might throw up, but I hold it in. I close my eyes, only to feel more nausea's by the second. " Mom…" " Your going to be fine Emma. We're just lifting up into the air. Just breath" Well, you can't breath when you feel that your world can end in a matter of seconds. I didn't normally have a problem with riding in airplanes. I actually loved to ride in airplanes. We always used to go to Mexico, or Spain and traveling was fun. Though, right after 9/11 happened I couldn’t even bare to think about my mom and I heading into a plane even for a few hours. Turns out, almost halfway through the trip I fell asleep. I was counting and singing to myself and I must have gotten tired so I fell asleep. I didn't even notice I was asleep till a loud scratchy sound came from above. " This is you pilot speaking. We will landing in South America in 10 minutes. Please fasten your seat belts." " Hey mom he said to……" My mom was nowhere in sight. I searched the isles, even stood up but it seemed that my mom had jumped out of the plane. While I was searching one last time, I noticed that everyone was asleep. It was mostly kids who had drooled on the seats or old women with babies in their arms but no one was awake. Absolutely no one. Where were the adults that were sitting next to the kids? Where were the husbands sitting next to the tired wives? I heard it. The engines stopped, I froze. We were heading, nose first straight into the ground. That was the moment I knew we were all going to die.
The landing……
There was no sound. It was like my mouth was as dry if I hadn't drunk in days. Then I heard the painful cry of the mothers and kid's. I heard a piercing cry come from inside my throat. Then the plane lifted up, and we were in the air again. What had just…… She heard a thud and a man in black came out of the pilots quarters. Emma could see he was holding a gun in his left hand. She could tell by the way his fingers were slightly less tense that he would just die if he shot someone. Somehow though, she knew he would get over it. " Listen up everyone, get down on the ground. No one speaks, no one runs. We are going to land the plane and one by one we are going to sell you to people who want pitiful girls. If your wondering where you parents and / or husbands may be, they were thrusted out of the plane. Sorry, looks like you'll have to live without them… if you even live." With that the man left with a start, not wanting to hear or talk anymore than he already had. The women started wailing, the kids looked at everyone crying wondering what to say and what to do. I myself was choked up with the painful feeling that my mother wasn't on this plane, she probably wasn't even alive. Right then and there I cried… cried so hard snot started coming out of my nose. I cried until the gunman came in again, told us to shut- up and we'd be landing in 5 minutes. Silence echoed through the wide plane. It was warm and cozy before anything of this had happened. If Emma could rewind time, rewind what day, rewind what she did , none of this would have happened. None of it…..
The landing was terrifying, but not as terrifying as when six more gunman came out and told us we were here. The mothers hung to their children, and the children clung to their mothers. But,not me. I was a pillow in a needle stack. I was the one who didn't have a mother to cring to and hold. to be continue..
A clean well- lighted place
Written by: Ernest Hemingway
Sauntering down the street, out for an evening stroll. The fresh air rustles the leaves gently and the moon shines brightly in your eyes. You head past a café, not crowded at all. Peering in the window, only to see an old man and two waiters. The man seems to be drinking, the waiters trying to be patient. As you continue walking; you keep trying to remember what was going on in there. There is a young and old waiter. The young waiter seems to be fussing, and the older waiter seems to be calm. Shouldn't that be the other way around, the young being patient, and the older waiter be more fussy. You continue on your evening stroll, still wondering what was going on in the café. In the story “A clean well- lighted place" by Ernest Hemingway, he created two different characters to explain how they are both different and may relate to Hemingway young and old.
In life, we all have differences. Some may be from age, to skills, and so on. In the short story " A clean- well lighted place" by Ernest Hemingway, showing the differences between the two characters, the young and old waiter may seem easy. For sure they have age difference, and a similarity of great jobs. However, the younger waiter has a bed, and home to go to after his job. While the older waiter can't wait to start another round of tending to drunks. In the café, they also have differences with the people they tend to. The old man, sitting in the corner drinking brandy's all night. Still, differences lie there too. Young, and tired the younger waiter can't wait for this drunk rich old man, to go home. However, the older waiter can't wait for him to have another brandy. Still considering the waiters differences we find that the two characters that Hemingway created are totally different and may relate to him when he was young and old.
In the short story, Ernest Hemingway describes two characters that may describe him when he was young and old. As you see, the young waiter is more ambitious, and wants to head home.This relates to Ernest Hemingway in some ways. Ernest Hemingway at the age of 18 enlisted for the army because he had bad sight. Why then is he an author? I think that Ernest may have written these stories to dwell on the past. He relates to the young man because he seems ambitious to start new things. While the older waiter seems to enjoy having a place to stay and converse with friends.The older waiter seems to want to stay and due his duty. This relates to Heminway becasue while in the army, he rescued an italian soldier even though her was hurt bad.This relates to the old man because of his care for the army and his place where he knows he belongs. While, the old and young waiter may have differences, they may also relate to Hemingway as a young and old man.
The short story " A clean well- lighted place" shows the difference between the young and old waiter, also showing that these two characters might relate to the writer, Ernest Hemingway, young and old. Does this mean that we grow more patient and respectful when we are older? Is this the last time to be our stubborn selves. In the end, it may seem that this is true, but we all plan our own futures, just like Hemingway in a " A clean well- lighted place."
The dark night evokes around you. Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath and night is upon you .Your not scared of the dark, but you can't relate to why it seems so chilling. It was like the dark wanted you to be afraid and it couldn't let you go till you were. It is only 10:00, parents are still roaming the house cleaning up from the days chaos. You could go down, explain what's wrong hoping they will understand. Then what would they think of you. No, you had to stay in your room. Click, slam, snore. Everything was silent. "Close your eyes…", something said. It had to be your mind. It must be, no one was in the room. Right? " Are you sc…" The voice was cut off my my sayings. "Huh, who is there?', said my shollow and lonely voice." Are you scared Helen. Do you think I would hurt you?" Stop, your not real. My sister's ghost can't be haunting me, it wasn't my fault she drowned.But before I could say more....
Dear Helen…. I c u……. :) Love Liza
