George And Michael example essay topic

If anything this was a nightmare! Not the kind that you would want to wake up from though. The kind where you " re already awake, and yet you wished so badly that you were still tucked up in bed without a care in the world. Standing before me, not to mention my little sister and half-brother-George and Michael, was... well even if I was to put it into words, it would not do it justice. I have made it sound like a very wonderful item. I do not doubt it very much, but at one time I am sure it was a delightful adoration to look upon.

Now though, due to what I suspect was it falling into des repair, was the most sorry state that I have ever seen. "It's a bit run down I'll admit that but by the time you get down here I'm sure I'd of fixed it up a bit before I leave. Y'know so you " ve got somewhere to eat and sleep and all that business!" The final words of my ever enthusiastic father before the phone line rang off. Run down was an over statement! The place was dump!

This was to be our 'home' for the next few years of our life. We had always been accustomed to having little luxuries around our house. Like an oven for instance or a bed or even a half decent bathroom. What we had seen of it now wouldn't of been far off of a bombsite. I don't think my dad had even bothered to get started on the renovations yet, like he'd promised! A tall, church like building spread out over what seemed like foggy marshland placed right next to what seemed to look like an old extinct graveyard.

What I mean by 'extinct' is that although there was no tomb stones, there was lots of dead flowers scattered and bits of rubble in parched places near by. I doubt very much if the bodies of loved ones had even been removed! I marched George and Michael up the stony pathway which led to this poor excuse of a house. When my dad got back, whenever that was going to be, I'd make sure that he explained in full why this house looked as though it was going to be demolished any minute. A cold hand grabbed for mine and as I looked down George looked up with her massively round blue eyes. I had always thought they were so very queer.

Almost too big for her head. She wiped her nose with the back of my hand and as I reached to wipe off the disgusting remains that she had left on it I noticed that in the reflection of one of the windows something or should I say someone was running towards the front of the house. I spun round quickly hoping that maybe Dad had gotten back early and realised he had given us the wrong address. To my dismay however it turned out to be a young man. When he reached us, he bent down so as to catch his breath. "What ye think' ye doin'?" he asked in an odd accent that I couldn't quite recognise.

"This is our property. It is where we are to live". I answered his question in a somewhat slow and pronouciating manner that I was surprised that he did not take immediate af fence to it. "Eh I was only askin'!" He commented, he was wearing a grubby pair of jeans with a checkered shirt which looked at least two sizes too big for him. I looked at him expectantly waiting for an answer as to why he had sprinted to our doorway. After a while, as he had not taken the hint I came out with it and demanded an answer straight away.

"It were nuttin', I were only seein who me new neighbours' was, that's all!" He then grinned the widest smile that I was actually surprised, on first impressions he had seemed so sullen when he had talked as though we had no right being here. "Well was there anything else you wanted or are we permitted to enter our house now?" I asked him. The sky was looking particulary dark and grey and I had a feeling that if we didn't get in soon then we probably end up looking like drowned rats. He glanced up at our house and then down at George and Michael. "This ain't no place for lil' kids", his eyes seemed so dark and mysterious that I couldn't but help stare at them, "Wierd stuff 'append 'ere 'an not a lot 'o folk can explain them". I looked at him again.

I don't no what he thought he was playing at as Michael, for the first time this evening started whimpering. I had to ask what kind of 'wierd' things but he would not give me a straight answer. "Eh! ain't a 'body who knows f'sure, but mam says that this ere house was used for all kinds 'o odd stuff"Like what?" I asked impatiently "I told ye' ain't a 'body who knows. All I'm sayin' is it's an odd place to let lil' kids grow up.

They shud't be 'ere. It ain't right!"Well thats just where you are wrong as there is nowhere else for me to take them then they will have to stay here". He was starting to make me edgy, I didn't know why but the things he was saying, although he wasn't letting anything slip as to why it was wierd, the way he was staring at me and then at George for lengthy periods made me feel very uneasy. I gently pushed Michael in through the front door when this man grabbed my arm tightly. His hand was icy cold and for the first time I noticed how white his skin was. His grip was getting tighter and it was starting to cut off the circulation into my hand".

What are you doing?" I yelled out, cursing at him to let go. "I don't think you quite understand", he said almost just as loud", I'm tellin' ye again. This place ain't safe for lil kids."And where do you propose we go then... sleep outside perhaps, or maybe you think we have enough money to go off and stay in a hotel?"Hotel?" He asked unsure of what I meant " Oh ye munt be meanin' the motel!"Whatever!" I said. I was still twisting and squirming to get out of his grip and Michael had started to sob. "Let go of me!" I yelled louder this time. "only if you promise not to go in there?"How can I promise if I have nowhere else to go!" He thought for a minute and then his face almost seemed to light up. "Eh I know.

Ye can come home 'n stay with me 'n my mam. She always likes to see new faces!" He loosened his grip slightly and so I pulled away. "Don't be ridiculous, we don't even know you. Besides we have to see our Dad tomorrow. When he comes home". I knew this was a slight distraction from the truth but at least it gave me a valid reason to stay here.

Even though I didn't really want to, it would be better than sleeping under a complete strangers' roof. "Daddy's comin home tomorrow!" Michael gasped. "You never told us that?" George said curiously. "I must of forgotten". I lied "Ye can always leave a lil post it on the door. I'm sure he " ll notice it".

Again he stared at me and then at George. Although I felt very uneasy around him, George seemed to have taken a direct shine to him. "C'mon Lorna, it " ll only be for tonight sayin' as you said Daddy would be back tomorrow" She pleaded. The young man looked at me knowingly as though he knew that I had lied about that. "Yeh c'mon. Sayin' as ur wee' Dads gonna be back tomorrow one night ain't gonna hurt is it now?" I reluctantly agreed and as we trudged down the stony path for the second time that night I had a sinking feeling that we would probably be spending more than one night at this strange mans house with him and his mum.