Hildy Changes. Character Change!

Currently I am reading the book Peeled. It is about a young girl named Hildy trying to become a journalist. Hildy wants to write a captivating article to catch the peoples eyes but all people are talking about is the towns ghost. Hildy's late dad always use to tell her that it is really risky to write about something you can't prove. So Hildy tries to prove it. This is such an hard task and Hildy feels as if she should just write any other article about the ghost. But is Hildy going to stay to her roots and remember what her dad told her or is she going to try to get attention for something she is not proud of.
 At the very beginning of the book I thought Hildy had a lot of potential. She tried to please her dad and family. She was a very mature girl that wanted to be good at what she did, which was writing. When Hildy first heard about the ghost she wasn't interested even though it was what everyone was talking about. Sure Hildy wanted the attention but she didn't want to go against  what a real writer would do which was write about something she couldn't prove. I think that's what set aside Hildy from any other characters I have read about. She didn't do anything she could to get what she wanted. Instead she worked harder. She tried to solve the problem by interviewing people. Hildy was a really hard worker, ya she was upset at times when her article was not talked about because of the big ghost ones but that was okay for her because she knew she was writing true things. Hildy really believed in herself.
 But later on in the book you started to see Hildy get weaker. Her confidence started going down. Hildy started to get fustrated because it seem now that nobody cared about the truth. They just wanted to get to the juicy stories. I felt bad for Hildy because no one was paying attention to her. I started to notice that Hildy stared changing. She was now curious to find out about the news and the stories. Almost as if she left all what she was trying to find. I think this new thought in Hildy's mind is going to hurt her as a person. I think this because what made her a strong and good character is that she stuck with what she thought was right. But now it seems as if she is just going into the crowd. I hope Hildy turns around and follows her old direction so that what is working hard on isn't a complete fail.

Through My Eyes, Memoir

Melissa Longo                                                                                           11/6/13

                                                     MEMOIR

“ That poor man, let’s go help him Mom.”

  Left, right, left, left, right, left. I counted the pattern of my feet while I looked down at my worn out black boots. My neck was craned and my brown hair dark as chocolate fell in front of my face hiding my sky blue eyes. My skin had turn from a nice warm glow to a ghost like pale. My cheeks were rosy. It was a chilly November afternoon. My mom dragged me out of the house because for some reason she thought that it would be much more fun to take a walk to the grocery store when it was at least 50 degrees outside then to be sitting in your nice heated house glued to the TV, surfing the internet, wearing cozy socks, talking on the phone with your bestfriend, all while stuffing the left over Halloween candy that you haven’t consumed yet into your mouth. But as a 7 year old I didn’t have much of a choice.

   The fall season was coming to an end. The last of the colorful leaves started falling joining all the others that turned an ugly shade of brown and had dried up.  The life that was once in them had completely died. My eyes started to tear and my hands became numb. I held on to my mother as we tried to push against the brutal wind. My mom’s hair was pushed back and her nose was pink. Through my blurry vision due to the tears I could see the grocery store and a sigh of relief ran through my body. I thought of the warm sun and remembered laying on a beach towel while my skin turned golden bronze. I couldn’t wait for the warmth the supermarket would give. As a huge breeze came towards our way, leaves flew in the air going up and down almost like a bird. I felt something land on my head. I took the hand that was resting in my pocket and reached up to my hood. I felt a thin material and realized it was one of the leaves. I brought the leaf down to look at it. The leaf was one of the few I had seen that was still a rich red and yellow color. My eyes danced as I looked at the leaf. I looked at all the complex colors like the yellows and oranges.  I looked at the light brown stem and all the branches that were sprouting out of it. The leaf reminded me of a puzzle. The eye could only make out the image if all the pieces were put together. As if it were only seconds from when I had first noticed the leaf it was swept away.  I hadn’t realized how fast our pace had gotten but we came to a halt while we waited for the light. I was so captivated by the leaves that. I hadn’t been hearing a call that was repeating.

  “Can someone please help me.”  I heard a faint voice. I searched for the speaker. Finally I saw a man not old very old on the opposite side of the street. He had silver hairs like one a wizard might have. He had pale skin just like mine, you could see the veins that ran through him, they were a deep blue and purple color. He was wrinkly and his eye lids drooped over his panicked hazel eyes. His pointy triangular nose stuck far out. His hand was clutched around a long plastic stick, his knuckles were white, his fingers were long. I stared at the man and he stared at me. I would blink but he wouldn’t. My eyes were slightly closed but his were wide and alert. Then I put all those clues together and I realized it.

This man was blind.

“Can someone help me cross the street.” I could hear a sense of urgency in his voice. He wore a hunter green coat and black dress pants.

  “Please I need to get home.” In school our teachers always told us to  help others when you could. People walked by him quickly but quietly as if they didn’t want the man to hear them. There eyes narrow like a cat. There hearts hollow as a balloon. Then I realized that I was one of those by passers just staring at him not actually helping him.

“That poor man lets go help him mom.” The words fell out of my mouth and I didn’t realize it but those were strong words that were going to stick in my head forever.

  When I was really young I had a teacher named Ms. Garcia. She taught me at a very young age to put others in need in front of your self. She also told me to always help the people that needed help. Ms Garcia left the school 2 years ago. I wonder she is doing now and how she was spending her life. Ms. Garcia didn’t just teach me my ABC’s but also taught me how t be a better person.

  “Don’t worry Melissa we will.” So what I was cold, I bet this man would rather be cold then be blind. I wasn’t cold anymore. I was angry that no one wanted to help him. The light turned green and I walked fast. The brutal wind was blowing hard but we were pushing harder. We reached the sidewalk where the man was still standing. My mom approached him.

“Excuse me sir, would you like some help?” My mom spoke soft and gentle not wanting to startle the man.

“Oh yes, thank you so much ma’am.” The man’s face brighten up a little and I could tell by that one little action my mom and I made the right decision to help him. My mom slowly reached for his bicepe and tightened her grip. “Thank you so much.” The man kept repeating. I smiled.

  My mom is a strong woman. She is easy going but still strict. She makes me fell safe and her protection is something I couldn’t live without. I just wanted to say to the man that you are in good hands, my mom will help you.

 “I’m Cathy.” My mom had said. The crossing of the street turned into helping him walk down the block. But I didn’t mind.

 “I’m David.” He answered quietly. He was open but he still was a little shy.

 “And this is my daughter Melissa.” I felt shy but I spoke a small hello.

 “This means so much to me.” He told us. “No one would help me and I was so hopeless so thank you.”

  “You’re Welcome!” I erupted I started to get comfortable with the stranger. I felt so attached. Questions were racing around in my mind. I couldn’t imagine how you have to live your life like this. I could tell how grateful the man was and I wish the walk didn’t have to end because I felt so good about my deed.

Finally he told us that he had it from here and he didn’t need our help anymore. I was sorta disappointed because I had really enjoyed talking to him. He said thank you and million more times. And we said goodbye. Mom and I watched as he hobbled down the street his stick leading the way. He was alone but I don’t think he was lonely. I smiled and watched the man until he turned the corner. I would never see him again

  I don’t know what happened to David. He was so nice and humble and I could never get him out of my mind. I wander what he was thinking when we said goodbye. And I always think about that event when I help someone out because it makes me feel good.

Background Information Helps Us Learn More About The Story

Currently I am reading the book Peeled by Joan Bauer. They story is about a girl named Hildy who is a young reporter trying to show her ability to becoming a journalist. She wants to write a captivating article on a big story but the only big story in her town is about a ghost! Hildy is very hesitant to write about the topic because she can't prove anything. A strong article and true facts are very important to Hildy because not only does she want to prove that she can be a journalist but to please and make her late dad proud. Her dad was a journalist and she wants to follow in his foot steps. I'm not that far into the book but I think I found a conflict that's going to set back the main character from her goal. Is Hildy going to let go of what she has been working hard for to make a false article that will get peoples attention or will she stick to her work  and tell people the truth.

The author uses a lot of background information in this book. Lots of the conflicts are based off information about the characters. For example Hildy is really hesitant to write about the big story even if it might make her dream come true because when the author introduce the background of her and her dads relationship you got a sense of her conflict. An example is when people urged Hildy to write about the ghost with unproved facts she decided not to because her dad always told her not to write something she couldn't prove. Another example of the author taking background information to add to the conflict is the story about a little girl from the town who was hit by a bike. This is an important piece of information because they say how things like that never happened in their sweet town. They also connect this on how since that accident lots of weird things have been happening. I have heard about this nugget of information a lot and probably will hear more about it.

I think the background information the author is giving is going to be very useful to the mystery but also to us. I think this because we are going to understand why characters do certain things and how they are going to fix things. I also think it is going to reveal more about the characters especially Hildy because throughout the book we are going to find out alot about how her father influenced her and her decisions. As well as what she is going to do to get peoples attention. And whats going to hold her back.