Comma What?

My father had left our house in the midst of a fight between Lindsey and my mother. My mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking, Lindsey had blared, "I'd rather die!", at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket, took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.

Satire- a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.

Irony- a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other's false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning.

Analogy- inference that if two or more things agree with one another in some respecs they will probably agree in others.

Foreshadowing- to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand.

Figurative Language

Figurative- representing by a figure or resemblance.

Figure of Speech- a form of expression used to convey meaning or heighten effect often by comparing or identifying one thing with another that has a meaning or connotation familiar to the reader or listener.

Imagery-the product of image makers.

Trope- the use of a word or expression in a figurative sense.

They all have something to do with using better descriptive words so that you can kind of get an image of what noun is.

As the old man approached my friends and me the wind all of a sudden picked up. We started to turn around and walk the other direction but all of a sudden we heard the old man say " Hey you kids." We came to sudden stop. When we turned around there stood a old man that was wearing a beat down blue shirt, some basketball shorts, and had no shoes. It was odd that he was barefoot one of the dirtiest streets in Childress. He asked what we were doing in the middle of the street, but before we had time to reply he said to get over there by the side walk. So as a respectful little boy i grabbed my bicycle and pushed it off to the side of the road.
So there we were standing about a block away from my house wondering what the old man had to say that was so important that he had to interrupt our play time. We were kind of nervous because we didn't know the old man. When everyone had made there way safely to the sidewalk. He approached us with a very disturbed look on his face. He had us line up shoulder to shoulder in a perfect straight line. He paced back and forth from end to end, he stared at us looking us up head to toe. Then all of a sudden he noticed that my friend Patrick had a back pack on. He told Patrick to give him the back pack, but before Patrick could ask why, the old man shouted "Now!".
Patrick took off the back pack and handed it to the old man. As soon as Pat handed him the bag we took off like a bullet shot out of a gun. Everyone made it except Patrick, because as he took off the old man had caught him by the arm and asked " Where do you think your going?". The rest of us had ran around the block and was hiding in the alley watching to see what he was going to do to Patrick. The old man starting going through the backpack like he had lost something in there. All that was in there was a flashlight, shorts, and some deodorant. The old man was acting gibberish. As soon as the old man turned around to set the back pack down Pat took off. He headed to his house, where we met him. We had to take the back way there because the old man was still there. We told Patrick's mom about what happened to us. So she called the police to take care of the problem. The Old Man was arrested, and from that day forward we knew not to ever talk to strangers.