Sunday, November 14, 2010

"Dawn"




The story called the “Dawn”, was written by Tim Wynne-Jones. This story was cute and heartbreaking. At the beginning of the story, the boy named Barnsey, but his real name is Matthew. He went on the night bus to North Bay with a girl, Dawn. That’s why they called the story “Dawn”. It was all talking about them.  Anyways, Barnsey was on a trip to his grandmother for the holiday. His family was wealthy but doesn’t deal much on emotion and rather on the amount of money they have. His mother took him to the bus station. While they were at the bus station, Barnsey noticed that his mother acted differently. His mother gave him a big hug but not as last time. This part sounds like a bad news.  However, once he got into the bus, met the girl named Dawn.  Dawn is twenty year olds, a punk girl.  She dressed up in all black clothes. Her Mohawk hair was orange. And she had numerous piercings. Barnsey’s first reaction was to keep his own business. But for a while, he decided to talk her for good hours. They started talking about cassette tapes. He really likes her because of her appearance. At the stop, they got off and had a nice dinner together and a great time. Then they had gone back to the bus. Once they arrived, Barnsey met his grandmother but he still kept thinking about Dawn. He was wondering that if she had arrived safely in Vancouver. However, Barnsey decided to hang out with his cousins for a few days and then Christmas day came. He was expecting his parents to come about noon. Barnsey knew something was wrong. There was no car or no driver, just his dad’s car. His dad came out of the door, not with mother. That’s why she hugged him the way she did. His dad didn’t really talk that much, because his mother has found another man.  It made me thinking because why would the mother let her son go alone on the trip at age of thirteen? If I were she, I wouldn’t let my son to ride alone. It is unsafe to ride alone. And if I were Barnsey, I would ask Dawn for the phone number, so I can contact her if she had arrived safely. It will show her that I was thinking of her.

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