This scene takes place at the end of the conversation between Ellebry, Eric, and Dale. It would occur in this part of the story because this is one of the few times that Eric sees Dale not counting flashbacks. While Eric and Ellebry are there Eric asks Dale a personal question. "Thank You for all your help Dale, but can I ask you a question? I really didn't want to get too personal. You know maybe if I kept sweating like this I would have burnt at least 200 calories. "Yea make it quick, I got to do some damn things" Says Dale. "Why were you such a bully in Junior high?" I say nervously. Damn that was a stupid question, I am about to get beat up. Oh no, let me close my eyes and clinch my face. After nothing really happened, or it did happen and my face is just really numb that I can't feel it anymore. The room was awkwardly silent for good two to three minutes, I slowly opened my eyes and then Dale finally started talking. "What kind of a fucking question is that?" I stayed silent and just waited for his to answer, cause I just had this feeling that he would talk. Again moments of silence passed and then he finally spoke. …show more content…
Alright I was much older than You and Scarface and yet we were in the same grade. So I had to be a dick to everyone. I didn't really have the best childhood, my old mad physically and verbally abused me. I had to wear a turtle neck for three days so none of you would see his hand marks around my neck. You and Scarface were easy targets to pick on and really just let my anger out. You looked like you were at least 100 pounds overweight and Scarface was the ugliest thing to exist. You know that crispy pork rinds stupid shit that you two were making. Yea the one that was about me hurt a lot, I was ready to kill both of you. Maybe if I got really successful in life and wasn’t stupider than a 2nd grader I could have gotten back at my dad. Maybe he would regret all the stuff that he did to
Her mother had died after being hit by a reckless driver. Alice, a fifteen-year old, African-American girl, was now without her natural and most influential guide on how to cope with the powerful transition from girl to lady.
"I used to have a hell of a lot of fun with 'im. Used to play jokes on 'im 'cause he was too dumb to take care of 'imself. But he was too dumb even to know he had a joke played on him. I had fun. Made me seem God damn smart alongside of him. Why he'd do any damn thing I tol' him. If I tol' him to walk over a cliff, over he'd go. That wasn't so damn much fun after a while. He never got mad about it, neither. I've beat the hell outa him, and he coulda bust every bone in my body jus' with his han's, but he never lifted a finger against
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
A young man by the name of Billy Weaver was reported missing this morning; he is seventeen years old. He stayed at the Bed and Breakfast last night and didn’t report to the office where he was suppose to be. Here is what Billy had to say. "I arrived around 9:00 pm and asked The Bell Hop for somewhere good to stay. The bell hop told me to go to the Bell and Dragon, but then I seen the bed and breakfast. I remembered when I stayed at one, how there was darts and beer, and a lot of people hanging out. I went to the Bed and Breakfast, and seen the owner, Evelyn she was a very nice and sweet old lady at first. Then I could tell something wasn’t right but I though she had something bad happen to her like she lost a son in the war. Then I noticed
Names Holden Caulfield, grew up in NYC. But I have an idea, how bout we skip the part where you pretend you actually care about that stuff. Just know this, it’s my senior year and this would be my 8th school I’ve been too. You’d think, and hope, that maybe the reason I’ve been to so many schools is because of better reasons than being kicked out. But no, there’s no other reason, so how about we pass the part where you judge me and pretend to feel so sorry, especially because I really don’t feel like talking about it.
Imagine coming home from school, you are already upset from getting bullied and then your phone starts beeping. It repeatedly keeps alerting you and it fills up with hateful messages and threats. This is the life of a child who is bullied and harassed, this happens to them constantly until they eventually implode. Adults think of bullying as kids being kids and being a part of life; but, no child should go through the pain and torture of that. Bullying happens across the world, with no cure to it, it 's a plague that needs to stop. Children from the UK, France, and many other countries are subjected to this. In the United States, many cases have been dealt with which involves pre-teens and teens committed
Pretend not to mind that he isn’t going to drive you there in his new, shiny, GMC Avalanche like everyone else's father. Instead drive your beat up, piece of crap car and be okay with it.
It has been a few weeks on the island. I choose to be Ralph’s side, because he was the only one to personally speak to me. An everyday image for us group of boys is Jack and his hunters hunt while Ralph, Simon, and I build shelters and Piggy and the littluns build a rescue fire. Jack harassing Piggy and then going to bed musing about being rescued. Today was different though. Today we are going to find out if the beast is real. We have been walking through the jungle all day listening to Jack and Ralph argues about being chief, which, is getting on my last nerve. As the sky changed into a dark shade, Simon volunteered to go back and help Piggy with the littluns. I don’t know why he wanted to go back alone but if anyone would sacrifice, it would be him. We reached the mountain! Jack went climbing up on his own while Ralph, and I waited for him. Eventually we decided to go up. “There was a slithering noise high above them, the sounds of someone taking a giant and dangerous strides on a rock or ash” (Golding 121). As jack came down, he had a croaking feel to him. He said he saw something bulge. Ralph and I decided to go take a peak. When we got to the top, we saw a creature.
“Ugh.” I muttered, staring at the ceiling of our little cave. There were cars crossing every second, ready to fall through and smoosh us like the penny on the train track, and I traced their imaginary path across the metal and cement with my eyes. “I know I said it first, but I don’t want to talk about the next generation. Our generation is still the next generation, and I really don’t want that to change. I want us to always be the next generation.” I bit my lip and watched the shadow of Carter walking off to piss into the stream. My voice dropped until I was whispering, hiding my words from the echoes of The Cut. "I wish, when somebody wrote the story of my life, it actually had a plot. You know? With an enemy and a beginning, and an end. You know... interesting. But it's just us,
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“You know, it’s okay though,” my voice softened to just a whisper. My hand released his chin to run my fingers through his greasy, blond locks. “It’s okay. I know, I’m broken. I’ll accept it. Step six out of seven of the grieving process. Although, I’ll admit, I might still be on the fifth step: anger.”
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It only takes one bad experience to change your opinion on something. Imagine if you went through this same bad experience for months, or better yet years. Your whole personality, how you view yourself, and others changes drastically. This is what it feels like to be bullied. Bullying is a serious issue in America, especially among children and young adults. From kindergarten all the way up until my sophomore year of high school, I was a victim of bullying. Being bullied changed how I viewed myself and others, what my values and morals were, and it shaped me into the person I am today.
Bullying does not have a standard definition. Bullying can be anything from calling someone else names, beating them up just for the fun of it, to texting or messaging them on the internet or any mobile device. Any person can be the victim of bullying, not just children. Bullying causes many issues, physically, emotionally, and mentally, not only for the victim, but for their entire families as well. Bullies have many different reasons as to why they start bullying someone else. The actions done to the victim leaves them with only a few options on how to stop being bullied. How they handle it is always different.