“Yeah, but it’s all going to change. Grey found a group of people just like us who’ve escaped these camps. It’s one of the only ways out of here. You're welcome to join us,” she says with exhaustion. “I mean, I guess I’ll come,” I say wearily. “Alright, just meet me in the mess hall during dinner.” “Wait, I didn’t get your name.” “Oh, it’s Ellis.” “My name’s Beckett.” “Well, welcome the mad house Beckett.” A few hours later door creakily opens just the slightest crack at first. It’s dark, but I’ve been in here for hours so my eyes have adjusted to the black darkness that swallowed the faces of all of the innocent kids. Ellis taps my shoulder lightly. “Hey, it’s time to go to stage one,” she whispers. I nod back at her with loose motions. …show more content…
“What a smart boy you are, but this is only the beginning,” he says chuckling. The guard yet again grabs me by the shirt collar and leads me to another room. “What’s this?” I question. “A nightmare,” he says The guard opens the door and throws me in. He was right, it’s a living nightmare. Snakes slithered on all four of the confining walls. I start to pound on the door. “Let me out!” I yell. A snake hisses at the yelling. I sit down in a small space where there isn’t any snakes. I feel the reptiles coast across my feet. There’s no hope for me, or anyone here. Ellis is wrong, so very wrong. There’s no way out of here. And to think I believed her. A girl who is most likely one of their drones. I close my eyes. The snakes no longer bother me. This place bothers me. A while later the door opens again. “Looks like you survived,” the guard jokes. I don’t even bother to look at the guard as he leads me to the mess hall. The guard releases me into the mess hall and I sit at an empty table. A shadow lurks behind me, but it just turns out to be Ellis. “What do you want?” I mumble. “I want you to meet Grey.” “Well, where is he?” I say …show more content…
It will be difficult to get out without being caught, but it will be manageable. I will act as if I am escorting you both to the injection stage,” he says thoroughly. “Wait, injection stage?” I say confused. “It’s where they take you after stage four. They inject serum into your vains. It changes your whole way of thinking. The change, while is quite astonishing, it doesn’t make any change for the good,” Ellis adds. “Are you being serious? This plan is outrageously unplanned, and it won’t work,” I exclaim irritated. “What’s the matter with you, you’re ill-tempered. I don’t know what’s causing this behavior, but it surely isn’t doing you any good,” Ellis says with a tone that was angry and calm all at the same time. “What’s wrong is that you filled me with all this hope, and then I realize that it was all for the government. You’re one of them. Grey is one of them. Inevitably, I fell for it. I fell for all of it because who wouldn’t want some hope of getting out from this- this torture chamber!” It wasn’t until now I had felt two emotions at once. I was provoked and melancholic all at the same time. Tears falls from my eyes down to me cheeks. I was struck in hurt. “They’ve gotten to you, haven’t they?” Grey
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
School was coming to an end and I thought about how Scout’s teacher didn't want her to read. I couldn't stop reading I enjoyed it too much and so did scout, I wondered if I would have reacted the same way scout did. One day after coming home from school, I saw scout with a Big stash of gum. After she told me how she got it, I started thinking the worst since I am her older Brother. I knew to scout was stubborn and wasn't going to get rid of it so I threaten her by telling her that I would tell Cal which is a fight scout wasn't up to fight. Why would there be gum in a tree and why was it out of all places in the Radley tree? We waited until what was forever for school to be over and for Dill to come. After all Dill had become a close friend
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie and she sounds upset .” As I came down stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.
I'm currently walking along a long and barren road approaching a small forest. Of course, no one would recognize where I am. Of course not I'm obviously somewhere where even I wouldn't recognize, thrown into a place against my own will. I guess I can blame my own hubris for this one. “HEY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUN, don't be a condescending asshole.”
War is just a f*ckin’ job, ye huv tae remember that, awright? Cause when yer blasting somebody’s brains oot, it’s kinda f*cking hard tae wonder if that wis the right hing tae dae. A wonder every time a kill somebody, but am still daing my job, cause it’s ma duty, tae protect fi the enemy. “The boys don’t think you should be here, they think you’re old, and that you should leave to free up space for the ‘true’ Americans”. F*ck the boys. “Well excuse me if a sound rude but, am the best sniper America f*ckin’ has”. He kens that, but witever, al say it anyway. “I understand that, but I can’t have the boys doing anything stupid, so I’m sending you out to take down a chopper that’s attempting to attack us later today”. Jesus Christ. I like him but aw the ‘boys’ are f*cking c*nts. Hate all of em’.
Sticky a character from “The Mysterious Benedict Society” can be smart, non-forgetful, nervous, cool, and friendly person. He is gifted and important person to the crew. He might not seem the best because he gets really nervous at some times but in the end he faces those fears.
I want to begin this speech with a confession. I was going to just submit an assignment I wrote last year and call it done. However, I came across this story and knew I had so much more in me. One morning a little boy was walking along the beach, and he came to a part of the beach where thousands of starfish were washed up during a terrible storm the night before. Now he knew that the starfish would die if they were out of the water for too long.
I hope all of us can go back home.” They nod. Their wolves start to run quickly, knowing probably they have spending their last time
The deafening wail of the sirens pierces the air, enveloping my senses with its shrill, urgent cry. I squint against the searing red lights that flood my vision, disorienting me further. Blinking rapidly, I try to make sense of my surroundings. The last thing I remember is standing in front of the exit sign.
"You are screwed," Becca's friend, Garza says, before walking away laughing. I scoff. She always laughs at serious situations. Rogues! Geez! Oh wait...never mind.
Spring was finally here! I love seeing the beautiful gray flowers and the light gray sky, and those weird white things that move around sometimes. It wasn’t too hot to take a walk and go to the park for a few hours either. I loved pretty much everything about spring, minus the weekly brushing of my dense fur. Can’t my owner tell I don’t like it when I growl?
PROLOGUE *revisit A peal of thunder broke in the northeast and the wind began to move with urgency. Great! It's going to rain he thought, with some degree of annoyance, as he finished cleaning up the inside of his Cherokee Cruiser.
Of course, this is just my luck. First, my phone dies, then my car breaks down on my way home, meaning I have to walk until I find a house that will hopefully let me use their phone, and now , to make this so much better, it has to start raining, and has to be a heavy, cold rain too. Let's not forget that I'm way too clumsy for all of this. Let me fill you in with the whole story. I'm a DJ for a popular supernatural nightclub in London, named Howl, and tonight was meant to be my night off, but the DJ that was supposed to fill in for me, bailed.
"Hey boy, why are you blanking out?" An old man wearing strange white long coat type dress shouted. " Hmm... What? Who are you?"