I froze.Someone was here.I couldn’t see them.But I knew it.I was just watching a movie,like I do every Friday, when I heard it. It was faint barely audible ,but it was there. “She’s here,’’ it said.I scrambled for the closet weapon on hand,which was unfortunately a bowl and the remote control.I look down at my (supposable) life saving weapons and groan.Right now they will just have to do. Remembering my position, I slowly walk to where I heard the source of the voice,the kitchen.”Hello,” I croak.I peek my head into the kitchen door after getting no response.There it ,no,there he was. A man about 6’1’’ tall, dressed in all black except for a pure white mask strapped lazily around his face.His age, I can’t tell. “Oh! Hello sweetheart,’’ he responds in a deep voice. Well, maybe around his really early 20’s. “What are you doing here?!?” I demand, raising my bowl and remote over my head. I then realized,a couple seconds too late, that my choice in weapons won’t really help me in combat. “Oh no! You have a bowl! I’m so scared!’’ he snickers.” Please, honey, you think you can take me on?’’ He reaches behind him and pulls a knife from a kitchen drawer,and he throws it right at my shoulder.I duck to the side,but a little too late for it cut my sleeve .While he digested the fact that his throw just failed, I rolled toward him and landed a punch on his jaw.Instantly blistering my own fist. I think I took more damage from that then he did. “Not bad for a girl,” he chuckles,nursing his jaw. While he was caring for his face, I also took the chance to lunge for the phone,calling the cops. “Wait! No! You dont need to do that! Come peacefully, and I won’t hurt you…maybe. I’m not suppose to make a commotion,’’ he... ... middle of paper ... ...ing.” Who’s not good at puzzles now!” I roll my eyes. “You may have found a clue,” I start.”But they don’t lead to anybody.” He suddenly looks quite disappointed.”How about we start thinking about who could’ve done it.I think it may James. That guy is creepy(that earns me a disapproving look from Alex).I mean he was staring at me the whole time when we were in the elevator.It also could have been…” “Matthew,” we both snarl. Matthew Smith Grenzger has always been our enemy. I don’t like the way he talks,walk,or anything about him.I hated him the second he step in our school,posed as the new kid. He may seem innocent,but he is cold hearted.Don’t take me wrong.I’m not a bully. It’s not like he wonders everyday why I hate him. He hates me too.The feeling is mutual. “It must be him,’’ I spit out. My hatred for him suddenly exceeded the size of Asia.
“I want to throw things at them. I want to scream: Why weren’t you here last night? Why didn’t you save my family?”(221)
“Ok,well let’s go ask the owner and check to see if she was there” says Sheila.
Unfortunately, bullying is often used as instant gratification to build ones own self-esteem by putting down others and making them feel insecure, so that ultimately one feels superior – which is highlighted by the character of Matt. People are in awe of instant gratification and need it to feel satisfied. For this reason we become ignorant to the consequences of our actions, and bullying becomes a norm in society. Picoult uses her novel to appeal to society to open our eyes and see the truth, in hope that one day she will cause a change and provide guidance to her audience.
“Nonsense,” King Gabriel counters with humor in his voice. “Is this why you came? You wanted me to confess to something I had no knowledge of; and here I thought you finally came to your senses and were going to do right by your
Suddenly, the silence is shattered and my mind fills with fearful thoughts as my startled eyes flash open. Knock-knock.
In the beginning Jamie Nabozny was bullied throughout most of his education based on his sexual orientation. But the bullying increasingly worsened once Jamie started high school at the Ashland High School in Illinois. Jamie was attacked and
I finish off the soldiers still near me. The swords man tries to slash diagonally but fails as I recline my body backwards. I force him to fall down using my right leg and I impale him with my sword.
“Fine.” She stated scrunching her eyebrows in frustration, whipping out her phone in the process.
It was eerie quiet not just the usual flowing silence. The worn path was no longer in front of me and the signs littering the trees were all missing. I reach down for my phone out of instinct when I’m nervous so I can call for hell but all that’s there is a small rock.
“No, let me!” yells Abdul. He points his sword at the king and the assassin, and slowly walks towards them.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps and voices pacing back and forth. From what I could establish I was in an industrialized room, which consisted only of a small bed and bathroom. I moved my eyes down and found myself wrapped in blankets. I yanked the blanket off only to discover bandages covering my arms and legs. Where am I? I asked myself. I began to hear keys rattling I shifted my head towards the steel door, as it suddenly opened. A broad, muscular man dressed in a navy officer uniform abruptly said “You’re Ralph, yes?” I instantly felt a strange sense of security hearing a mature voice.
...en a strange feeling down his spine again, as if something was breathing on his neck. He turned slowly… seeing if someone was behind him and then boom! The figure was right there, about seven feet away, trying to grab him with his big, skinny, hands, with his sharp and dark fingernails that could rip a man’s heart out… He fell down, so surprised by the strange figure.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
“It’s waaaay too big! You can’t just take a chopstick and jab a hole into my face with it...”
Marie pauses, savoring this moment of superiority, smiling a wicked little one sided smile, she raises the now lethal weapon, waiting. Richard looks up and watches stultified as she brings the hammer down onto his forehead. He falls forward, unmoving. She looks at the bloodied hammer in her hands and snaps back to