Sources: Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) How to Format Dialogue Symbolism Intro This true story happened a week ago. The whole time I was clenching my heart over the smallest thing. From the moment I woke up, until I signed that paper. My unreasonable anxiety causes me to lose control of myself. l wake up on my bed, the daylight hits my body through the dusty window. "Oh crap, I'm late." I scramble to find my uniform. It does not smell good, but I put it on anyways. I hastily brush my teeth and skedaddle through the front door. The sky is full of grey clouds, yet it's still hot. The walk to work is ten minutes, but I'm already ten minutes late. The heat steadily wares me down as I pace down the streets of Springfield. After a few minutes, I see my workplace down the way. There it is, Chick-Fil-A. I can feel my heart bumping vividly. I have been late for work on multiple occasions already. I think, "Who knows what they'll to me." I reach out open the glass door. The store only has a few customers, but I can feel their eyes looking my way. I try to clock in without letting anyone notice. It's 12: 23. I regrettably walk into the back of the restaurant, and put my belongings in a locker. I turn around and I stumble into one of my managers. He towers over me, with his body. I notice his phone in his hand. I know he was trying to call me. "Troy, there you are! Why are you late?" "I'm sorry. My phone was on silent mode, so I did not hear my alarm..." "Troy. This is the third time this month. I know you are a good worker here, but your tardiness cannot be excused." "I'm sorry again." I'm about to say that I won't do it again, but I know I probably will. He goes into his little cramped office to go finish some paperwork. I go back up to the front of the restaurant to get my daily job. Another manager sets up my cash register. I continue on through the day, like a normal day of work. A few hours in, a coworker approached me." Hey Troy, they want you in the manager's office." I reply, "why?" "Just go, any you will know." I already knew what was going to happen. I was only trying to delay it. I slowly walk down the pathway to the manager's office. My heart bumps furiously again. I arrive. I open the heavy metal door. Inside, there were two managers, none were the manager I spoke to before first. The manager spoke with a careful tone. "Troy, I heard you were late to work again. Is that true?" I hesitate for a moment. I reply, "Yes it is." "Alright, I just need you to sign this paper about this misconduct." I lean in to grab the pen and write down my signature on the bottom of the paper. "Troy, I like you, you're a good worker. Just don't let this happen again. You do know what happens if it does?" I stay silent. "You have a meeting with the managers. Nobody wants that. If you need to change your schedule to fit yourself better, do that. Now get outta here." Yeah, I knew it. It was a write-up. It's over now though. My heart can finally relax.
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Sabatino
9/25/2018 09:57:17 am
I see you are using dialogue and some description and reflection to recreate a scene from your storied life. What themes and conflict are being explored here?
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ashley
9/27/2018 12:33:35 pm
your story made me laugh i can relate to what you were feeling at that moment
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DeAnna Mason
10/23/2018 01:10:28 pm
Great use of dialog. The dialog really pulled the story together and helped develop a image of the scene in my mind.
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