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February 16 2017.....Ok Jesse I don't even know what to feel anymore at first I liked you so much then you started dating Sadie and I absolutely died I had no idea what to do all I did was cry none stop after I was at my house I was told February 1st 3:10 2017 after school I was with Ryder and he was asking if I was ok but I didn't want to tell him because i don't want anyone to see me like this since then I didn't want to talk to you ever again I didn't want to see you or Sadie for ever I didn't want to do anything except cry forever and I am crying my eyes out writing this shocker I know but I've tried to get used to you two together but I can't I just can't at all skipping a lot of stuff and let's go to yesterday February 15th when we were …show more content…
And now Sadie thinks she might be bi but she really likes you and now she is having feelings for Justine so I'm not sure where I stand in life but I know some things for sure I like guys like guys but I like you and I just want my friends back if or when you ever see this I hope you end up happy with what ever happens and that we are all happy, we'll still be friends or more who knows because the one this I don't want to happen is lose all of you then all I age is ryder and he has emily now I can't teas him and act like brother and sister even tho he is like a sucky brother I can't do anything anymore I have wanted to write this paragraph for so long tomorrow all I want to say to you
“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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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
I had loudly proclaimed my attraction to women and downplayed my attraction to men and suddenly I had reached the point of friendship which my initial tomboy approach had wished for. I was ‘one of the guys’ but I was pretending.
After that mini conversation with each other, Nate has been coming up to Sabrina and talking to her more and more everyday. They both bonded over dancing, every single day after school, they get together and go in an empty parking lot and dance their problems away. After a while, Sabrina started to have feelings for Nate, the next time they saw each other, they looked into each other’s eyes and they both knew that they have feelings for eachother. “Hey..um.. Sabrina, can I tell you something?’
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.
As I descend the stairs from the stage, trepidation saturates my body. During my performance, I retained my focus on Angelo's table. Patsy danced in her seat, while Angelo sat back with his arm stretched along the back of the sofa, wearing a smile on his lips as he watched me. But John, his angry glare remained on his bottle of beer most of the time. When he did glance my way, the fury that spewed forth from his eyes was terrifying.
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.. Jamie bowed her head and started to cry ,leaning her body into mine. You can’t be in love with me Landon , we can be friends , but you can’t love me. Why not ? I shouted hoarsely ..because she finally said ‘’ I’m dying Landon’’.
We are still wearing our purple camp T-shirts. The bus aroma still resembles wilderness. We still smell like pine. It’s been one amazing weekend with you. The feeling I have right now are confusing, ones that I’ve never previously experienced. I like you and you like me and I more than like you, but I am not sure if you do or don't “more than like me.” You have never said, so I kept the thought to myself and haven't been saying anything about it all summer long. I am pleased with enjoying the microscopic miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on and so on. A girl who is intelligent and comical that wants to hang out with me. A girl who, if I say something dumb to make her laugh, is willing to say something two sometimes even three times as dumb to make me laugh. A girl who isn’t completely normal, capable of being a little weird, yet also be wise sometimes in a way I couldn’t fathom being. A girl who enjoys reading books that haven’t been assigned to her, whose curly blonde hair frequently has a line running through it from the tie she uses to hold it up while it is still wet. How lucky could I be?