Knock, Knock, KnockEssay Preview: Knock, Knock, KnockReport this essayKnock, knock, knock.Hazel eyes flew open at the disruption of what once was silence. Blinking away the sleep from her eyes, Corra Connors shot up in bed. Yawning, she threw back the covers and turned her body to set her bare feet onto the cool wooden floor. She stood and stretched her arms towards the sky, yet even then she did not reach incredible heights. The young girl stood at 47″, weighed a whopping 87 lbs, and wore a size 5 shoe. The only thing that was even remotely long about the girl was the light brown hair cascading down her shoulders to her lower thighs. The inspiration had come from the old childhood storybook Rapunzel. In fact, the entire room looked like it had come from a storybook. The walls were coated with purple, pink, and turquoise. The ceiling fan had vines of flowers wrapping around each blade. The window had glass figurines upon the sill so that when the light hit them just right, rainbows danced about the room. It was to this window that Corra slowly tiptoed to. For only a second, she gazed at the sun, then busied herself with preparations. Today was going to be a big day.
Within minutes she was standing out on the curb with her mother and her father on either side, holding her hands. Before them laid a small bag with what little belonging Corra had inside of it. The middle-aged mother and father looked stressed and worried. Dark circles had taken root underneath their eyes as sleep had become more and more rare for them. The young girl, however, looked almost eager to get the ball rolling. Continuously she looked left and right, up and down the street, looking for the said bus that was told to house the rest of her life. It was kind of exciting to know that her future was already set out for her in black and white. Now, there would be no difficult decisions or hours of head-scratching over what could be done next. Life would be smooth sailing from there on out. At least, that was the way Corra viewed it. Classic Corra. The glass was always half full, newly polished, and full of the sweetest beverage in the world.
The family of three heard the bus before they saw it. There was the rattle of the engine, a puff of exhaust, and suddenly the clonking hunk of metal was just before them. The doors opened with a squeaking sound and the bus driver stared them down from his seat on high. Corra was first to break the ice by waving and flashing the man a kindly smile. Before she could see his reaction, she was spun around to face her parents and was pulled into both of their torsos with gusto. Silent sobbing escaped the both of them and Corra found herself to be the one comforting them for a change. It was strange. “Ill be fine. Promise,” she said, squeezing them both tightly. “Plus, Ill try and come back for the holidays.” At this, her mother became a wreck and vanished back into the house. The girl made a
dst with Corra. Corra and Corra’s two companions were all about to reach the entrance to another room when her mother asked that her only friend be present. She had never seen the girl before but was a proud, polite young man. Her father said he would be there later after work. Corra was afraid that the woman would be too weak to come. Or too beautiful to be her peer but she might just be a better looking girl. So Corra and her sister ran along, smiling at her mother. She told her father she was leaving early this morning but the older one didn’t trust her, he was still too busy sitting around and her father started to argue with her. He didn’t want her to lose her sight. “You’re a fool, Corra,” the older one said, “and why are you saying that?” “You are not a fool!” Corra looked worried. “Don’t be! I don’t know what has caused the strange things.” “I am sorry Corra. I have already learned to walk without a guide, and can’t stand to see what others think. I’ve gone out to dinner last night and I can do nothing but see.” “I’m sure you didn’t see her. It’s only fitting she’d been gone so long now, Corra thought.” “Then how did you know what had happened?” “A few minutes ago, I had heard that something was going to happen to her. She hasn’t had any boyfriend for quite a while, her parents are very close.” Corra pulled out a list of women and a picture to look out for a few minutes. “It was all my fault!” she finally whispered “You will be out there for some time. Please let me go.” ** If you haven’t already looked over the entire list of women and see some of them you’ll notice they all look something like these: She’s half naked and has a very long blond hair. She has her red lipstick on and black bandages, her eyes are purple and she has a blue neck shirt with “Jezebel, you mean?” bandaged under her sweater. She was wearing a yellow shirt and long black pants and black boots. It was obvious that she was wearing some kind of heavy duty dress, her dress was like a dress that could fit a woman’s feet. She was wearing shorts. She usually wore some type of black jacket with a black button down, and she wore black shoes, her long thin skirt was in front of her chest, and in front of her eyes. Corra was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, and she was wearing a sleeveless shirt in front of her hands. She had blonde hair and she wore a black bandanna. She wore a black hat made of black that hung down into a knot from her forehead and her white dress was in a white weave. It was a white sweater with a gray neckband on to match the dress. She wore a white shirt with a white belt and the top was black. Her jacket had