Seiji's English Narratives and Empathic

[Richard Faolan]

I'm going to be putting up some of my better Narratives and Empathic questions I've done in school up. Please post up any questions or comments up with the Title of the piece in the topic of your reply. I'll try and put the Question up with the Narrative or Empathic reply.

[Richard Faolan]

QUESTION: You are Samantha. Your father has just delivered his speech. Share your thoughts.

POINT BREAK-UP: Ten points are awarded for content and a ten for the quality of your writing (ie spelling and grammer)

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My parents can be so embarrassing. Were they not absolutely ashamed when they put their sex life on display to the entire family? I mean, even I didn’t want to hear all that hairy-Erik stuff and I never do want to! Not after Tina dumped her sodding baby in my room! Why should I put up with her and Roy’s scrawny, stinky, runt?

Not only can they be embarrassing but they can be so ignorant. Dad’s the worst criminal for that . He said something in his little ‘acceptance speech’ about making sure that everything was ‘legal’. Like stuff not being stolen and all that sodding stuff. What he doesn’t know is that “criminal” acts are completely natural. I mean look at the animal kingdom, if a lion kills a deer another lion doesn’t come along and reprimand the first by throwing it in a sort of jail like structure... it joins the first in a feast. When a monkey steals a piece of fruit from another monkey they aren’t called a criminal. Life is nature and rules are meant to be broken.

I don’t care if Dad finds out about my little shoplifting.... obsession. He doesn’t even care about me anyways. All he ever talks about is Tina this... Poppy that... Work this... and drink that... When he gets to talk about me its usually monosyllable words, unless its my full name that he uses. He must think that I’m nothing but a small, lifeless, blimp on his dashboard telling him some unimportant information the way he treats me. I mean, I would have run away long before now if it weren’t for the fact that my only source of income is from the sale of all my stolen Junk as well as the fact that I need somewhere to hide, should I get caught.

Parents. What was their exact job in life anyways? Is it to make my life miserable? Is it to shatter my self-confidence completely? Or perhaps be a couple of slave drivers, to yank away any shread of hope that remains inside my “still developing mind”? I just don’t know

15/20

[Richard Faolan]

It all started with a loud crash as a plate, which hadn't looked all that valuable to me, had hit the ground and shattered into what appeared to be a million pieces. At the time my friend, Brooke, and I had been playing football in the living room. We had been forbidden from venturing outside by Brooke's mother because it was raining and we had to look after Brooke's sleeping little brother, Tobias, as she went down to the store to buy milk.

As quickly and innocently as we could we snuck past Tobias' room into the Kitchen and grabbed the dust pan and broom. It was there that the brilliant ten year old best friend had come up with a plan. Her plan had been so simple and I should have known by then that a simple plan wasn't always a sucessful one. We were going to lie. We'd clean up the plate and when her Mom asked where it was we'd say that Tobias broke it and we'd cleaned it up for her already.

We were about halfway through cleaning up our 'little accident' when someone, who seemed rather masculine and defenatly older than Brooke and myself, cleared their throats. We turned around, a shocked expression on our faces, to discover that Brooke and Tobias' father had come home from work early. He had the brown haired and brown eyed Tobias upon his back, so when he had asked us what had happened we were forced to tell the truth.

Brooke's father's face changed from a calm cynical expression to quite a livid one. I guess you can say that we sae the light that day and let me tell you, seeing Brooke's Mom angry is something you don't want to see. Especially when you're forced to tell her that you were going to use her 'little man' in a lie to save your ears from her and her husband's verbal abuse. Brooke had drawn the longer straw though, despite the fact that it had been her idea to lie. She only had to put up with one set of enraged parents' as well as whatever punishment they had decided to give her whereas I had to put up with two sets of enraged parents as well as whatever punishment my parents had decided to give me.

Quesion and grade to come