Marcus Robinson- Essay No.1 google draft

Marcus Robinson     

English 1121

Essay No.1-Draft

The Objective

This short story is inspired by  “The Money” by Junot Diaz, The story can be seen from many different views and be interpreted differently. The two styles that you will see are objective from the thieves view and a virtuous remix from the child’s view. The family in the story, even most of the neighborhood was depicted as poor and without money. Although there wasn’t very much available they were honest and truthful. I chose to write from the view of the thiefs side but also change the story. One personal way I Interpret “The Money ” is as objective and a virtuous story , There will always be people who want more no matter the cost and who don’t care about personal feelings as well as those who have standards. 

Not everyone is lucky to have a life like mine. You either have to work hard or be born into wealth to get into this life. The only downside to being rich is you lose your ambitions because you already have everything someone can dream of. So you turn to the only thing you have left which is money. Enough money will make anyone go rotten inside and out, at least it did to me and my family anyway. It’s freezing out here, my brother Theo said, you should come inside. It’s time for business as usual. As I slowly walk inside and welcome our guest for the evening, I smile at everyone but today I actually feel guilt for a change. Every tuesday at 8pm precisely my father has potential clients come into our massive house for real-estate. It happened to be Mr and Ms Walton who are looking to buy property. In this neighborhood our reputation precedes us as the best retailers around. My dad uses our family money and assets to help the less fortunate. Only my dad, brother Theo and me of course all by ourselves. Now the plan is simple, all we have to do is convince our wonderful guest that we have what they want only excluding the fact we’re robbing them of thousands of dollars behind closed doors. Hey it may not be the nicest thing to do to anyone but it’s just the usual family business. It will never matter how much my family has all we know is that it will never be enough money for us. 

Strangely one morning about two weeks later we get a call from a family friend who lives a mile away. He talks about throwing a party to celebrate good times and friendship. I can’t remember the last time someone wanted to throw a party for me. Who can deny a party, a few drinks with my friends. Ideally it sounds fun but no one must ever find the red briefcase hidden in our house. Of course my father and brother knew about this special briefcase and if lost our life would be at a loss. A day passes and it’s time for the party, except we didn’t expect 100 people or more to come. Not that we couldn’t fit everybody, I just don’t want to be responsible if anything valuable gets stolen. “What an amazing house you have” says Stanly, the man who decided to throw this party. I replied it’s great to see this neighborhood together for a change. The residents in our neighborhood were all quiet and rich people so I doubt anyone would steal from us.

Thank You for coming! See you next time as I say goodnight to everyone leaving. But I feel uneasy, my heart is pounding and I can’t get my mind off that red briefcase. Ironically my dad and brother immediately stare at me  as the door slams shut behind me, where is the briefcase they both ask simultaneously? Not a word leaves my mouth. The only thought in my head is that our lives are ruined if someone found it. So I ran with no hesitation to the hiding place only to find myself in disbelief that my room looks like a hurricane has swept it away and no briefcase was to be found. I panic and think who could possibly know what this is and when during the party was it stolen. I never saw anyone leave with anything remotely close to a red briefcase. Who would want to steal from the most successful criminals in Maryland? Couldn’t have been the Waltons there too old. Then who? The people who gave the idea for the party? Unfortunately we can’t go to the cops because they will find out our lies so I need to think long and hard. 

Suddenly It strikes fast, the only other person in the world who knew about that hiding spot. My mother must have snuck in last night with our guest and took what belonged to me.  Luckily she only lives an hour down I-95, so I tell my brother and father the news and they force me to drive considering this is all somehow my fault. It all makes sense why she wanted that briefcase, she was just honest and never wanted anything with criminals like us even though the pay was well. I make it to her house and drive slowly. Surely she’s not home at the moment. I waste no time struggling to climb through her back window in search of what’s mine. I’m surprised because the red briefcase is right in front of me. Open it and sure enough is all our records that proves me my father and brother conduct illegal business.  Although I couldn’t help to see what else was hiding in her house because there is always more to take. The entire house was perfect kitchen nothing, bedroom nothing, however in the bathroom, now that is worth taking. No matter how much of something you have or want in life, you will always want more and for me that’s money. 

I have no questions in relation towards where my mother managed to scrounge up two hundred thousand dollars but I took it anyway.  I headed up back north to my home in Maryland feeling successful, my family welcomed me home and I returned only the red briefcase back. Days past even months and still nothing from any of my family. I feel guilty about what I did by taking my mother’s money but Not everyone is lucky to have a life like mine.

It’s only the five of us on this lonely farm as for away from the city as possible. My days are mostly simple, my mom raises my two baby sisters who are only three months old. Meanwhile my father works hard on the felids to sell fresh fruit to keep money in the house. Luckily for me I was the first person in my family fortunate enough to get an education . One that may make me a doctor or lawyer someday my mom hopes. One hot summer day I became memborized on my father’s work ethic only for it to pay off so little. The hardest part is keeping away thieves from our farms, they take what they can run off with it. As long as no one finds what’s most precious to this family, a diamond necklace passed from generation here on this poor farm.

Virtuous 

When I was little I never cried at a funeral, maybe I couldn’t feel the grief of everyone in the room or I just couldn’t comprehend death. So why cry today, my uncle who always supported me died in a car accident. No one deserves that kind of death. We heard the news early yesterday morning, so a week passed and  my family and I left in the morning to go to the funeral.It was a beautiful service, got to see a long distance family member. Honor my uncle, and the food was amazing. However, I wish I could say the same thing when my family arrived home later on today.  My father was about to turn into the incredible hook and my mother was devastated to see our poor farm now broke. Who would want to rob us the one day we leave. We’ve been good to everyone and this is how our community treats us back. Of course the thieves stopped when they found that diamond necklace, as my mother cries I promise our items will be returned

But firstly who are these mesiouris thieves. Thankfully this town is small so there can be only but so many people who would want business with us.

All these problems started happening when I did first start in high school and that’s when it dawned on me. There are these two twins that go by the Robinson’s, they don’t come from the best family and sure as hell there sneaky. No one takes what belongings to my family and gets away with it. So I take all the chances in the world and blame them. Like I said this town is small so we all knew where eachother lived. I paid the Robinsons a friendly visit when they all left for work and school. Today I had to skip school because this is priceless. I checked the mailbox for an emergency key and luckily there is one there. After an hour of searching I see something priceless: a diamond necklace, something that belonged to my mom. I put it around my neck and quickly leave the way I came. Its about a ten minute walk home and on that walk home I felt happy I can contribute to my family. Like an undercover agent.  I return the necklace to my mother because it’s the right thing to do. . One day I feel like I will be blessed for the good I have done.

In making this story what I mainly learned from “The Money” by Junot Diaz is the language that you use can determine the way people interpret your story. Language has an unlimited amount of styles as well, so depending on your word play you can make the same story one hundred times all interpreted differently. Just like in Raymond Queneau’s “Exercises in Style,” about the same scenario just with a different style of writing. Another proved to be a changeling topic was recreating the story because it is based on “The Money”.

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