One day, as I woke up, I had a strange feeling about the day. I had nothing but a donut and a cup of milk for breakfast. I walked over to my closet and put on my Clout Goggles, which were radiating an immense aura, strangely. I was home alone, and I had nothing to do, so I took his bike and went over to my friend’s house, Lane. When I knocked on Lane’s door, no one answered. After that, I made my way to Aiden’s house, another friend. This time, someone actually answered, but it was only his father. My other friend, Nik, wasn't home either, probably at some restaurant. That sucked the big one. On the way back, I saw something sticking out of the sewer. I’m not the kind of person to run straight into danger, but this struck my curiosity. It …show more content…
After I took the Goggles off, the crystal suddenly turned into a shard of rusted iron.That must mean that something is special about the Clout Goggles. The moment I put those Clout Goggles back on, the shard suddenly turned back into a glowing crystal. That’s when I realized that I was in too deep into this, and there was no turning back when the window shattered. I was knocked out cold by a very futuristic combat boot of some sort, and I ended up blacking out while listening to the faint sound of screams, from what, I don’t know, but the person who knocked me out didn’t stay, and slung me on his back, and ran, after about 5 minutes later, I blacked out. Afterwards I woke up in a sewer system, and while looking around, it didn’t look too bad. I was on a bed, and looking around, I saw lanterns hung up on ropes, and…. a figure in a corridor next to my mattress. I wasn’t so sure if he or she was an ally or an enemy, and I realized that it could mean life or death. But despite the fear of death, my curiosity took over, so I gathered myself up, and I walked over to see who it was, and I was surprised, and very confused, to see a familiar face. Austin …show more content…
I decided that I would go find some Normies to enslave. I went to the usual Normie Hangouts (things like cool kid high school parties.)and captured around 40-55 Normies. When I got home my father notified me that Minh had come to my house and wanted me to come and see him A$AP ROCKY. I finally got to minh’s house there were 2 broken windows and his family was screaming. I asked what had happened, and I was shocked by the story they told me. I went looking for Minh in the direction that they told me his captor ran off in. His tracks led me to a sewer system that wasn’t there last time I walked by the area. I went into the sewers and ran for at least 1 mile. I saw Minh’s clout goggles, so I knew he was close. When I got to the end of the tunnels I saw Austin High looking at a mattress. I looked closer and saw that he was looking at Minh, and he was wearing the same boots that were described to me by Minh’s family. Before I could get a closer look I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I fell to the ground and I blacked out. When I woke up I looked at my stomach and I had gotten stabbed, but the knife was still in my stomach. I looked to my right and I saw a lot of dark figures, I looked to my left and I saw Minh on a mattress. I looked in front of me and there were two of Austin High. One of them went to take the knife out of my stomach, but minh put on his clout goggles and they
The fictional novel Lord of the Flies by William Golding is one of the first popular endurance novels of it’s time. The Lord of the Flies takes place during World War 2 and during this time, children were being brought out of war zones via plane. A group of boys were being evacuated from their homes to escape the war, when their plane crashed on a remote island, the only survivors a group of young boys. The island that they landed on would become the center for their savageous “game”, until they get rescued at the end of the novel. Once arriving on the island, Ralph, the book’s hero, is voted leader by the boys and he sets out to create a functioning and reasonable civilization amongst the boys. Conflict is present right away when Jack, the
*** A day or two later, I wake up. My head hurts super bad, and I am hooked up to some weird tube things that hang on a pole, and I have a cast on my right arm. I start to get a little dizzy and I see black dots in my vison. I try to fight the dark, but I still manage to blackout again.
In all honesty I wanted to go clear my mind, but I also wanted to stay home so I could cry and curl up in a corner. Hassan told me to go fix a bag and meet him down stairs I did as I was told even though I didn't have to. Once I got downstairs I saw Hassan talking to my parents. He was trying to convince them to let me go, and they agreed to let me go as long as I called. After they agreed to let me go listen told me that we were going to his house to see if his parents were cool with it. The one thing that he left out was that he wanted me to lie to his parents. I didn't want to, but I owed him after this whole trip thing. I had a long conversation with his parents and they decided to let him go. I'm not going to lie I wasn't thrilled but how bad could it be. In my mind everything that could go wrong was already being visioned which worried me more. Anyway before his parents could change their mind he grabbed my shirt and drug me across his house outside to the car. Later that evening we had been on the road and I had a flashback. I was in the third grade and I finally got this pretty girl named Katherine. I “loved" her and she felt the same in return, but like they say “All good things come to an end”. I was devastated my heart had a hole, but you get over it eventually I
I broke away from the man’s grasp, scraping my arm upon his sharp beard and watching my feet take turns hitting the ground as the distance between he and myself grew greater. Scout’s hand was no longer in mine and I crawled frantically on the ground before I felt her ham costume. I pulled her to her feet but was thrust backwards slipping from her grasp again. I felt an agonising pain, shoot through my left arm that was accompanied by an ear-piercing CRACK. My head smashed into a tree root and the night faded even further to black. The next few moments felt like mere seconds. Slipping in and out of consciousness, I identified the silhouette of a lanky man. He freed Scout from the clutches of our attacker and thrust a knife between the man’s ribs, sending him collapsing lifelessly to the
I didn't find another shack to sleep in, so I ended up sleeping on the ground under a fallen tree and some leaves. The dogs didn't find me but something else did. It was a hideous creature that was covered in burrs and blood. It came at me quick and clawed at me. I dodged it's paw and grabbed an axe that I found in the shack and swung fast and hard at the animal. The animal fell instantly. There was blood all over me and the ground. As soon as I figured out that it was dead, I dashed further into the woods. As I was running, I saw one of my cell mates stuck by a huge spike in his calf. His calf was gushing blood and he was screaming for me to help him. I decided to help him, so I pulled his leg off the spike, poured water on his calf, and quickly wrapped his leg with my shirt and using a thick, flat stick as a splint. Then, I spotted another shack about fifty feet away from the trap that my cell mate was caught in. I helped my cell mate to the shack and we stayed in it through the the
He fired a shot into my leg and I fell to the ground. I let out a horrible screech so horrible one can not describe the morbide sound I let out. As I crawl to him he fired another shot in too my arm. My crawling slowed even more than before, it felt like an eternity when I got to his leg. There I pulled him down to my level but he was much stronger than me, of him not being decayed at all. His gun flew a couple feet away but he got up, me slowly crawling toward him but he got to his gun
This was one of the most horrendous things I have done recently (T). They didn’t want to help us; they wanted to do the opposite actually. They captured us and put us in cages like animals. We didn’t know what was happening or what they exactly had planned for us, but we knew it couldn’t have been anything good. We knew we had to act quickly. So, we sat there thinking, thinking of ways we could get out of this horrible mess, it was
One of my friends called Kendrick fall off a clef and he was hanging on to a branch, with one hand and I was the only one who was able to help because, his mom and dad were still un-packing and he was playing with a ball that I gave to him in his birthday as a joke. At first, I thought he was just joking but, he stayed on for a long time and then I knew that it wasn't a joke so, I had to go to him and pick him up. I was scared to pick him up because, it was very risky for me and him because if I managed to fail to get him back to his feet, then he will fall, or if I did something wrong I would fall with him. Lucky his dad saw me trying to help him and he ran after me. Before, he got to me, I manage to get him to touch his stomach in the floor, he was also bigger and heavier than me so it was hard but his father held my back so than I pulled and I was scared if I would loss grip.... A few minutes I closed my eyes, my heart rushing, blood popping through my vines, I felt I was about to have a heart attack, pieces of me imaged I would lose a friend. When I opened my eyes, I saw him crying he lost the ball. I touched my eyes with my hands. I felt tears rushing though my cheeks and Kendrick's dad was glad that he was still
As I am walking back to my cell, I hear this odd noise, I follow it towards the back of the camp and I see my son, fighting for his life. As I try to run to him, two guards come out of nowhere and grab me by my arms and as I watch these guards punch my son over and over again. After the first guard punches him I got loose and run to my son, push the guard on the floor and start punching over and over again. After 10 minutes 20 guards come pull me off the guard and take me back to my cell, as I am being dragged away I look at my son and I am saying to myself what did I just do, I just put myself and my son in more danger. When I get put in my cell, my neighbor on the right of me says are you alright, what happen. I saw my son and he was being punched over and over again and I had to do something about it, but now I think I just made things worse I put myself and my son in more danger. As I pick myself back up, I lean on the cell door talking to my neighbor and as I started talking to him I felt less scared and more confident. After talking for more than 45 minutes I have decided to worry more about my son then I did myself because he needs to live longer than me even if I live or die. I wish I could see my son one more time because I think I just showed all the guards that I’m not afraid of them and that I would sacrifice my life to let the punishment fall on my hands instead of my
I made it to Big Lots, where Jonathan works, and I forced him to come outside and look at my car. Then we sat and talked for a while and I bragged about how I was going to my grandma’s house to eat a good home-cooked meal, while he would be forced to eat fast food again. When I left Big Lots, I still had a little time before church let out, so I drove back to Gray to the Dollar Store for some supplies for a Spanish class project I was doing that week. Finally I pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I noticed the door was closed. I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.”
It’s been a couple days actually almost a month now and I haven’t done much. The boys would either do activities without including or they would be working so I decided to hang out with my mother and Susannah. My brother also recently left early for college trips with my dad, so now it’s just Conrad, Jeremiah, and me. Since Steven left, I have been included in more things. Jeremiah took me a ride in his stick shift and let me drive as well. The night my brother left, Clay Bertolet was at the beach house hanging with Conrad. Clay was obviously drunk and I think Conrad was slightly buzzed. Conrad had changed in a way that made me think he was no longer good. He was smoking and drinking a lot and always spending time in his room alone. Well
Fitzgerald wanted me to die so he could rejoin the rest of the group, and claim his 70$ for tending me. When I recover, he’ll be the first one I’ll seek my revenge on. I never liked him anyways, and I despise him even more now. However, Bridger tended to me by putting pine tar on my wounds to hold them in place, and feeding me broth when i was momentarily conscious so I could stay alive. I am highly grateful he tended to my injuries because even though the repairs were paltry, I am healing. I could breathe normally again and I could even stay awake for long periods of time. However, I awoke this morning in the cave, but Bridger and Fitzgerald were gone. Also gone were my bag of personals, and my beloved Anstadt rifle. Even the fire had been extinguished. Not only had they abandoned me in my current state, but they had taken all of my belongings, including everything that would have given me a chance to defend myself out here! I’m angry and hurt because myself and the rest of us trusted those two, and they betrayed me! I can’t comprehend why they would leave me alone out here. I was their best man, and a better leader than
You don't want to seem like a crazy drunk person running on the sidewalk - they might stop to ask if everything is okay you wouldn't have the words to say that you're seeing if it's possible to run away from your own shadow. When you get home you crawl into the safety of your bed and tears prick at your eyelids and you wonder if you’re always going to feel like the word “missing”, like the last one to be picked in gym class. You’re going to cry out all your lonely into your pillowcase and your blue eyes will feel like sandbags, like the color drained right out with the salty tears. You're going to plead to God that this feeling leaves soon because your heart has been sitting a little lower in your rib-cage and your feet have been dragging
I was lying in my own filth, being tied up for several days, without being able to go to the toilet; it's not a pretty sight. My body was slowly wasting away, no food, and only drops of water I couldn't cope. I could see my team-mates, my friends, slowly going insane. They were talking in there sleep, screaming for freedom, but what was the point. The guards treated us like filth, something they'd stepped on and couldn't get rid of. I could see their point though, we killed their friends, and so they determined to kill ours. But I had to escape, I was the only sane one in there, my mind was at ease. You see, everyone else was going crazy wondering about their loved ones, but I had no one.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of thunder. I rolled groggily out of bed, rubbing my eyes. I put on my glasses and opened my window blinds. What I saw was not our new immaculate backyard, but a wasteland of water and mud. I stood there for a few seconds, taking in the whole scene. At first, I thought I was still asleep. There was no way that my backyard, the backyard I where I was supposed to have my party, was this disaster area. In my sleep-induced thoughts, I suspected that I had just dreamed that my birthday was today; maybe it was all in my head and my birthday really wasn't until tomorrow. Then my mother came into my room and said, "Justin, we have a problem. It's raining outside, and there are only a few hours till your party starts."