As they all rode down the road with Ellie in the backseat, Connie began to think about whether or not she’ll ever make it back home. She kept questioning Arnold about where they are going and he continued to answer, “Just for a ride.” Connie began to worry. As time passed she realized that they are no longer in the city limits. Connie turned to Arnold, with fear on her face and asked, “Where are we going for the last time?” He turned to her and said, “We are just riding like I said before.” Connie questioned herself, was she going to live past this day? Every now and then she would ask the same question. When Arnold got tired of her asking he said, “Say it again, I’m going to kill your whole family.” Connie turned around and didn’t say another word. Ellie was still in the backseat holding the radio next to his ear. When she turned around and looked at him, he put his head down as if he could no longer help her.
They kept riding into another town. As they pulled up to a house, Connie began to get nervous. An older lady walked out of the house waving and Arnold waved back. Ellie dropped the radio into the front seat and hopped out of the car. “Hey Mrs. Oscar, how are you?” Arnold said. Mrs. Oscar replied, “Good, who is this pretty girl?” Arnold said, “This is my new lady. We’re taking us a little ride then I have to take her back home,” as he grabbed her chin and smirked. Connie jerked her chin away and turned her head the other way. He turned around and waved at Mrs. Oscar and started to back out of the driveway. Ellie stood there shaking his head and looked as if he had fear for her.
The more that they rode, the more nervous Connie had became. She started to think about how she wanted to apologize to her family. She wanted to apologize to her mother for being rude and not going to the family cookout. She wanted to be able to view June as a role model instead of an annoyance. She wanted her dad to ignore them the way he always did, but still show his love. Connie began to cry, thinking of all the memories of when she was younger. Arnold looked over and saw that tears were running down her face and pulled the car over on the side of the road. He looked over and asked, “Why all the tears?”
“All the memories I guess,” she said.
“My family and everything that we had.”
“I know that you’re going to kill me and I know that my life is over.”
“I don’t want to kill you Connie, just give me what I want.”
“I don’t do what you want me to do.”
“Well Connie, I don’t want to get caught.”
“I won’t tell I promise, I’ll just tell my parents that I went to the movies with my friends.”
“Connie I really don’t want to give you the chance to tell.”
“Arnold, I promise that I won’t say a word.”
Arnold turned his head and he put his head down. Connie wondered what he was thinking about. He turned the car on and made a U-turn back towards town. Connie was hopeful that he was taking her back to her house. He said to her, “You know you must be special to me, you’re the only person that I did this for. The rest of them are dead.” Connie just looked down and didn’t say a word fearing that she would say that wrong thing and he would go back to his initial mission. As they drove past Ellie’s house, she started to think about all the warning signs that he gave her. She thought about how she wished they she would’ve took his offer to call the police to get him off of her property.
After hours of riding, they finally reached her driveway. He looked at her one last time and asked her if she is sure that she doesn’t want anything to do with him. She shook her head no and slowly started to get out the car. Her mother walked out on the porch and looked as if she was mad. Arnold waved as if he was known her mother for a long time. When her mother realized that she did not know him, she grew a worried look on her face. She looked at Connie’s face of relief then looked back at Arnold’s face of regret. She walked to the car and asked, “Who are you and why is Connie with you?”
“My name is Arnold Friend and I’m the one that your daughter has been waiting for” he said.
“Why is my daughter with you?”
“I wanted to take her for a little ride so we can get to know each other.”
“Of course she agreed to go; she’s always doing what she wants,” she said as she rolled her eyes.
Connie got out of the car with her head down. Her mother gave her a scolded look and just walked in the house. Arnold gave Connie a look that was to remind her if she told on him. He backed up and drove down the driveway. Connie never saw Arnold again, no one ever saw Arnold again.
In my project, I continued from the ending of “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” by Joyce Oates. In my story, I talked about when Connie leaves with Arnold and goes for a ride. As they are riding Connie kept questioning where they are going and Arnold gets frustrated with the questions and he threatens to kill her family once again. When Connie takes a glance at Ellie, he put his head down like he can no longer help. They rode to the next town and dropped Ellie off at his house and they kept riding. When memories brought tears to Connie eyes, Arnold pulled over and talked to her about the situation. After convincing Arnold into taking her back home, Connie let her mom believe the usual and no one ever saw Arnold again.
I choose to write this because I like to be creative. When I was younger I loved to make my own books. When my initial idea for the project came to a dead end, I pondered on what I could do. I knew that since I had a creative side, that this shouldn’t be that hard for me to do. When I first read Oates’ story I really wasn’t pulled into the story plot. As a kept reading and Connie was approached by Arnold it started to get very interesting. When I got to the end of the story, I was very disappointed because I wanted to know what happened. I felt as if the ending was so open-ended and it was left to your imagination what happened after that. When hearing about the why Oates wrote this story, I found it very interesting. Due to that reason I was interested in extending the story and adding my own ending what I thought after she left.
In my extended ending, I used third-person limited point-of-view just as Oates used in her story. Oates told the story as if she knew what Connie knew, so to help the story flow I used this also. By using this, you could hear what was going through Connie’s head while they were taking this ride and the fear she had in her heart. I used a narrative style of writing. I was the narrator of the story. With me being the narrator you hear the story from the outside and not from the inside. You get an overview of what everybody is thinking and not just Connie’s although you know what she knows.