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Culture Documents
Engl 1010
Prof. Haslam
12/12/2021
“Drive safe out there Savannah,” I said with a sad and worried voice as I hugged her, “Go
She backed up just far enough to look me in the eyes and reassure me, “I will.” I gave her
one last hug, feeling my phone buzzing in my pocket, and then as she walked to her car, I slowly
closed the front door behind her. I looked down at my phone to see what the buzzing was. My
face of worry was ignited into a face of panic and anger. It was much worse than I had thought.
In the living room, my family’s eyes locked like a steel safe onto the television, displaying the
Just an hour earlier, it was a normal Saturday night. My girlfriend was over since neither
of us had work and LOTS of homework that day for our Concurrent and AP classes. We usually
worked in my room since it was more private and away from my energetic and chaotic 4 year old
sister. “Phoeniiix! Nicholaaaas! Dinner’s readyyy!” my mom’s voice called out to us from the
kitchen downstairs.
“Coming moooom!” I yelled back down. We quickly put our homework away and told
my brother to come down as well as he had most likely not heard her since he was isolated in the
soundproof gaming room just down the hall. Savannah’s, Phoenix’s, and my feet trotted down
the stairs like a herd of horses. We sat down at the dinner table and began to eat our dinner. The
vegetables were as bright green as you could imagine them to be. The mashed potatoes were as
smooth as the butter that had made them. Lastly, the pot roast’s time and effort could be tasted
with every string of meat, but my siblings could barely tell as all they had paid attention to was
the fact that they were famished. Our feet began to trot back upstairs when our mom’s voice
“Where do you guys think you’re going? Come spend some time with your sister,” my
mom said with her face stern and her eyes wide. My mouth had only opened slightly to respond
when my mom, not caring, interrupted and said, “Come. Sit.” I looked down at my sister in the
living room, playing with her toys from her favorite show that featured dogs with modern day
jobs such as a police officer, pilot, construction worker, and a firefighter. I dragged my feet over
While my mom finished cleaning up, I asked my little sister about her show which was
apparently called Paw Patrol. I asked her all about their names and her favorite one. She had just
the most lively voice I had ever heard which was always my favorite even though my thoughts
about how much homework I had still ran in the back of my mind. I looked over at Savannah,
and she hadn’t had the same fascination that I had. I could tell by her stressed and scrunched
posture and sunken facial expression that her thoughts of homework ran more closer to the front
As I started to look around, I noticed my mom had finished cleaning and was on the
couch with my step dad and brother. I could see that my babysitting services were no longer
needed, but as I began to get up with Savannah, I glanced at the TV to see the news was on.
“Come on, Nick,” Savannah said slightly, pulling on my forearm, “Let’s at least finish our
“Just a sec,” I said as I stood firmly. My attention was brought to a flame on the TV. This
flame, however, didn’t have the stability and traditional beauty from a candle flame, but instead a
more free and loose fire spreading throughout a flipped vehicle. I look just a foot down from the
flame to see the caption. “Local Black Lives Matter Leaders Comment On Protest,” I read
quietly outloud to myself. “Where is this,” I said to my family. No response. I looked over to the
couch where they had sat and their eyes and complete attention were drawn to the TV and what
the reporter was saying. I inspected the news stations’ images in search of answers, and I could
see the Salt Lake Library in the background, one of my favorite places to go when I was little.
Next thing I hear is the US amber alert coming out from our speakers, followed by a
message that North Salt Lake was under lockdown, requiring everyone in that area to stay
indoors. Although we lived about 30-35 minutes away from there, my mom seemed to hold onto
everyone closer that she could reach. “My dad says that I need to go home,” said Savannah with
“What? Why? He knows how far you guys are away from it right?” I said back, mirroring
her expression.
“I don’t know. He just says I got to go.” I sighed and waved for her to follow me upstairs,
so we could grab her stuff. We rushed to put every pencil, textbook, and binder in her bag and on
her back. I wished her off, feeling frustrated about her dad making her go and worried that
whatever was happening a half hour away would be an obstacle on her drive home.
I opened up my phone, turned up the volume of my ringtone, and saw that my dad had
sent me a Facebook post with no following message to explain what it could be. I opened up the
post to see the flame again, lying in front of my graffitied childhood. This was instead a live
broadcast from the point of view of a protestor. I read further into the caption to see that they
were protesting for the Black Lives Matter protests. This live protestor was running through a
park and could see rows of policemen with shields, firefighters with large and loud trucks, and
crowds of people with signs. My phone buzzed. I flipped the switch on the side of the phone, so I
could hear my ringtone for any incoming messages from my girlfriend. The only message that