As I squeeze through the sea of people, wishing I could acquire Moses gift in parting the Red Sea. This morning's humiliating phone call with Frankie plays on a continuous loop, causing me to blush before I even find him.
Instead of seeking Frankie, I find Angelo inhabiting the same table, we occupied last night; he still takes my breath away. Tonight, he removed his jacket, revealing a dark waistcoat over a white shirt. Though he has his back towards me, I notice a blonde woman sitting beside him. An invisible fist connects with my stomach as I observe the couple. He drapes an arm around her shoulders while keeping his face close to hers. Alice’s words replay in my mind, “He’s a player, he picks a different girl each night”
I wish to turn away, to search for Frankie instead of enduring this torment. Regardless of my
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“Nothing.” I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my lip. I should have lied, I should have told him I'm engrossed in a fascinating film where a boss falls head over heels for a girl, and she stomps all over his feelings.
“Good. Meet me at the club.”
“I- I- I- can’t.”
“Okay, I’ll come to you. What’s your address?”
Why does he want to meet me?
“Great. I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up.
What the hell just happened? Did I give him my address? Oh no. He must have hypnotised me over the phone.
Instead of ordering myself to pull it together, to phone him back and tell him not to come, I head to my room to freshen up and check my hair and makeup. Whatever shred of dignity I had left fades away; I'm a lost cause; I'm completely smitten.
Half an hour later, the buzzer sounds. The butterflies return to my stomach. “Hello?” My voice quivers.
“I’m waiting for you down here.” Angelo uses the same business voice he used on the phone. “All right, give me a few minutes, please.”
After scribbling a note to Alice, just in case she arrives home before me, I leave it on the breakfast bar and descend the stairs to greet
“Ponyboy run for it!”,I yell to him David chasing after him,and pony doged there first atemt then he was caught both arms twisted behind his back and legs gripped by the arms of two socs while they hadnt caught me yet,I was still running.The socs broght pony boy to bob and he pointed tweords the fountain with no hesitation and with that pony boy was head first drowning in a fountain of freezing cold water.As I was runnning from the socs I saw ponyboy as blue as a blue berry trying to hold his breath in.”I can t see this,I need to do somthing” I cryed.It was then that I rememberd I had thatswisarmy knife in my back pocket but I felt Heroism Revenge and Rushed for time but I also felt Question,confused and disbelefe.Eiether way I had to even thought I would be a murderer.With that I Stabed Bob in the heart and he slowly fell to the ground and then colapst onto the cold pavment.
Sammy was a girl that she was shy. She had her group of friends that she trusted and said everything. But in the school was a girl that she was mean and thinks she can judge everyone. One night Sammy was about to sleep but in a moment to another she was restless. Because she gets scar and she didn’t even know. She saw an ugly monster, she was cold she was like a cold corpse. Sammy says“ It’s nothing, go to sleep”. But she hears a voice telling her“You know that’s not true”. When she hears that, she starts shaking like a little Chihuahua.
“I guess we need to come up with an excuse when we are asked the reason for the annulment.”
"Two-Bit, I swear, if you don't shut up I will come over there and personally beat the tar outta you."
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I think he was just trying to get me over to his house so he would be able to talk me out of most of the things that Tom had said about him. I do not know if any of that is real, I do not think his family even has money. But I answered, “No thank you Jay all I want to do is get home, see my child and sleep.” This night was too eventful I am already exhausted. I guess he accepted my actions. All he did was nod. We arrived at my house.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
Of the 58,148 killed in Vietnam, sixty-one percent were under the age of 21. Mark Wright had just turned 20 the day he was killed. A land mine turned his beautiful face into a mess of brain matter and skull fragments and his once strong body into nothing but indiscernible pieces. I watched him die the first week we got to Vietnam. He was my best friend. We grew up together, went to school together, we went to war together, and we almost died together. Religion and superstition weren't really my thing until I was drafted. I found God in those short days before I left. Day in and day out I prayed. I prayed for me, I prayed for Mark, I prayed for anything to stop that God forsaken war before I had any participation in it. My research hadn’t
In the novel “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding, kids are trapped on an island, away from home. They didn’t just appear there out of thin air; they were on a plane which crash landed on the island with no sign of wreckage besides a large gully where the plane landed called “the scar”. Though they may be lost, they finally came together and began to explore the island. They were gifted with the island they crashed upon, since the island had warm weather, food and water, allowing them to survive. Whilst exploring and learning more about their temporary home, they decide to elect someone out of their group to lead the pack. Some disagreed but they came to a conclusion and finally elected Ralph to lead them through their journey of unawareness
Why is Cato running straight past us? Oh, what is that chasing him? What are these strange creatures chasing Cato? Oh no, if they are chasing him that means they will chase me too. I need to run, but I won’t make it. I just won’t, my leg is too bad. But I have to try. I must try for Katniss. The girl I love and have for many years and I finally built up enough courage to tell her. Dammit, I can't lose her now! Not now. Not with everything we’ve been through. But the pain. If only I could stop the pain in my leg. I can't, so I must run as fast as my legs are willing.
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My little brother is so irritating. All day long he says, “Eddie, I wonder why people can talk but animals can’t.” Or, “I wonder why the ocean looks blue.” Of course, I don’t know the answers, but I don’t let him know that. I just make up reasonable explanations, and he accepts them as if I’m the smartest person in the world. Before I answer one of his questions, I usually tell him that he’s pretty stupid and asks too many questions.
Not too long ago, I stormed off my apartment door slammed going to the park just because my mom couldn’t stop nagging constantly. I swear every moment I’m with her she can’t stop nagging! The things that comes out of her mouth is as if the sound effects from Charlie Brown, like when Charlie Brown is having a conversation with an older person, “WONK WONK…” is the sound the older person replies with. That’s exactly what happens when I’m with my mom having a conversation. It gets so annoying until, one day I had enough of it.
"If you do not mind would you be able to continue chatting with me as long as I am in that uninteresting get-together?” he requested his girlfriend. "How can you assume that the reunion will be boring? After all it is the first time when