Please complete the draft of your non-fiction story inspired by the personal stories from the movie "Freedom Writers."
Tell your story.
Write a non-fiction draft about a story that happened to you. Pick something that is important to you or something that you need to say. It should be based on your own life, but if you feel the need to, change names and places to protect yourself.
Advice:
1. Non-fiction stories are just like fictional stories. You need to describe action and settings, develop your plot, include "characters", etc.
2. Include dialogue. You won't remember exactly what people said, but try to get the gist of the conversation.
3. Use literary devices and techniques to make your writing creative.
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That night shown blue, and the earth reflected red. It was an upward hill with mountains on either side which seemed to branch out over the road, trapping anything from smells to hot-air balloons on the earth. They were riding a state road that lead to Binghamton or New Jersey. Their blue Corsica was grinding the asphalt, and they were determined to grind all the way to Binghamton or New Jersey, regardless of any pungent fumes they smelled.
1 mile.
2 miles.
He was half asleep in the car, strapped carefully in the car seat. His parents had taken precaution, for you can’t have an infant slipping out and hitting his head on anything in the event of a car crash. If he did, it could be detrimental to his development. But you can’t strap him in too tightly, or else you could suffocate him. But then, how do you stop things from coming in through the windows? You can’t really, can you. His parents wanted to make sure he was safe as can be, for, after all, he was their future.
3 miles.
The fumes have developed into death. The father now realizes that there must be something wrong and decides to turn onto the next exit, in order to find a gas station. The green sign approaches, embroidered in white. He turns off and begins to grind the red road in a new direction. The horizon starts to become foggy, possibly due to the lack of vision from the windshield. A streak of blood red comes across the horizon and illuminates everything in front of them. They drive up a hill as the streak fades, shading everything black. The mother and father have been talking, quibbling, discussing what might be the matter. The father raises a hand into the air as to silence his wife, and she is silenced. They ride on in quiet.
5 minutes.
Blue light came from nowhere. The sky light up, as the gas station loomed above. It was white with giant neon letters bathed in blue branded on top. The father got out of the car. The baby was still inside along with the wife. He got a mechanic from the gas station to come look at the car. The hood opened, and the wife sat with a stolid face. The mechanic and the father talked for a second, the mechanics eyes wide open. There was a terrible blast of a horrid smell which made the baby cry. Smoke rose from the hood, dispersing into the air.
The battery was dripping acid.
“Wow folks, you’re lucky. If you’da ‘bin drivin’ fer ten more minutes, you’da have ‘bin blown up fer sure.”
They waited inside the gas station. Spent the night at a motel. The Corsica was being fixed. In front of a vanity mirror with flickering lights, the mother sighed and caressed her baby. They had protected him from death after all.
A burn in my chest
Sitting depressed didn’t know what to do, at that moment I just
Wanted to run away from all this stress on my chest. I loved her I
Don’t know why it didn’t happen to someone else. She was the main
Thing that ever happened to me because if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t
Never been her. I would have been nowhere to be found, alone in the
Foster home unknown kids I did not know, it was kind of awkward that
I was around that but been there have taught me a lesson but not
Much it made the most part in my life me feeling like I wasn’t
Nowhere to be found people surrounded me and there I was, being
Loved and cared no damage or harm never came my way but looking
At the breast cancer awareness bracelet have brought back memories
On the day September.25.2004. “Kids get ready for school” she will
Always say it have been hard now because I don’t hear her beautiful
Voice no more it’s not the same. Thinking about what my mother will
Always say was don’t count on no one else look at what you doing
Because if you counting on that person will bring down everything.
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