Having Peter Maximoff as a friend was as exhilarating as it was demanding. He’d been labelled ‘hyperkinetic’ by the experts, but everyone knew that it was far more extreme than that. He was superhuman, and his abilities often left you breathless. Literally. It was a nice day: Nixon had announced full responsibility of his subordinate’s actions, there was a demonstration going on at Wounded Knee, troops were coming home... Just you and Peter watching TV, drinking Pepsi and listening to the Moody Blues and Pink Floyd. He’d flit back and forth between watching M*A*S*H and playing with his stolen stuff. You were sitting on his sofa, surrounded by popsicle wrappers and overdue homework. Typical Saturday. “The Catcher in the Rye? You’re such …show more content…
a geek.” He asked from the other side of the room, flipping through the book you had held in your hands moments before. “Yeah true, but I really hope you didn’t lose my place.” The book landed in your lap, and for a few seconds Peter was no longer in the room with you. Keeping up with him was something that so many people couldn’t do, which was maybe why you could stand to be around him and why he didn’t get bored of you. “You want to go shopping?” He said, stopping in front of you. You looked up at him, glancing over his stupid, stylish, silver and black clothes. He had his goggles around his neck. Not a usually good sign. “What do you mean by shopping?” You asked slyly, putting the book down. “Klepto.” You said with a smile, affectionate insults being your favorite pastime with Peter. Before you could fully register the devious grin on his face, Peter grabbed you suddenly and pulled you flush against him, and in one lightning-fast move had picked you up with your legs around his waist. “Bet you didn’t see that coming.” He said in a playful tone a smug smirk on his face. “Nope...” You said with a laugh, raising your eyebrows and assessing your close position. “Still don’t want to help you lift more junk from that store.” “Too bad you don’t have a choice baby, so don’t breath and close your eyes. Or not.” He said. The goggles were now on his face, milliseconds before the world became a bluish blur around you. You found yourself on your butt at the end of the block, slightly sputtering and dizzy. “Bastard...” You said breathlessly with a laugh, reclining onto the warm sidewalk and closing your eyes. Peter crouched in front of you, blocking out the sun. “You bet I’m a bastard. Your skirt’s up by the way.” He said, jumping back before you could smack him. You stood back up, pulling your thigh-length floral skirt back into place. When you looked back up, Peter had his arms full of Hostess cupcakes stolen from the gas station minimart around the corner. “Really dude? You have six packs of them back home. They know it’s you who steals them too, and they’ll call the cops on your mom again. She’ll have to pay for what your stupid ass did.” You said shaking your head with a disbelieving smile. Peter looked over his shoulder, half expecting the police to arrive as fast he could steal. “Oh come on, you need to chill. I can help with that.” He said, suddenly wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing your shoulders. The cupcakes were out of sight. “Don’t...” You said with an unconcealed laugh, struggling against him in a half-hearted, coy way. You and Peter were really close, but you’d never shagged or kissed, or even talked about relationships. Sometimes, you wished his provocative playfulness would turn to something more, but you were too shy. That would change very soon though. Peter whisked you back towards his house, and before you could process what was going on, you found yourself with your back against Peter’s front door.
His lips were moving against yours, one hand holding the back of your head. He was kissing you. It was heaven, but stopped almost as suddenly as it began. “Peter you—” You started, but he cut you off with another speedy, stolen kiss that lasted only a second. No time for sweet first-kisses with Peter. “You didn’t see that coming?” He said, stepping back and looking highly amused. You glanced up at the porch roof, the spins-like feeling finally leaving. A smile slowly broke across your face, and you felt your cheeks burning. “Nope. You actually took me surprise for once. I’m utterly shocked.” You said sarcastically, looking back at him. You reached towards him, looking through his silly goggles into his dark eyes. He kissed you again, this time at a slightly more human pace. You ran your hand through his long silver hair, making him groan and pull back with a laugh. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long, long time, you know that?” He said, his tone slower than it normally was. “I was afraid of moving too fast, but then I got bored. And the mood felt right.” His expression changed to a concerned one. “I hope it was
right.” “It was totally right.” You said, playing with his hair again. “Neato. You’re like the only person who can keep up with me.” He said from inside his house, holding the door open for you. “I should have seen it coming.” You said, shaking your head and giggling. “Hurry up, we’ve got Hostess to eat.” He said, putting an arm over your shoulder affectionately. “Right, airhead.” You said lovingly to him, hoping that Hostess eating wasn’t the only thing you’d be doing with him. After all, Peter liked to do things the fast way. ‘Exhilarating’ was definitely the right word.
Before going to Alaska, Chris McCandless had failed to communicate with his family while on his journey; I believe this was Chris’s biggest mistake. Chris spent time with people in different parts of the nation while hitchhiking, most of them whom figured out that McCandless kept a part of him “hidden”. In chapter three, it was stated that Chris stayed with a man named Wayne Westerberg in South Dakota. Although Westerberg was not seen too often throughout the story, nevertheless he was an important character. Introducing himself as Alex, McCandless was in Westerberg’s company for quite some time: sometimes for a few days, other times for several weeks. Westerberg first realized the truth about Chris when he discovered his tax papers, which stated that “McCandless’s real name was Chris, not Alex.” Wayne further on claims that it was obvious that “something wasn’t right between him and his family” (Krakauer 18). Further in the book, Westerberg concluded with the fact that Chris had not spoken to his family “for all that time, treating them like dirt” (Krakauer 64). Westerberg concluded with the fact that during the time he spent with Chris, McCandless neither mentioned his
“To climb…you have to be completely selfish”(pg.182). Though it may not always be true, to some degree it is. But it’s not just when you’re climbing, every single action that you take could be the difference between trust and suspicion, between death and life, between rising glory and simmering rage. People tend to be self-centered all the time, and sometimes, it really is the appropriate time to be selfish. On the other hand, it’s not always the best choice to be so selfish.
Literary villains are all around us. For instance, Voldemort from Harry Potter and Darth Vader from Star Wars. What makes a villain? They will go through anyone or damage anything to reach their goal. No matter how small or how tall they are, anyone can be a villain. One of the worst literary villains is Erik Fisher from Tangerine, written by Edward Bloor. He is a liar and a thief. Those traits are what makes the best villains. Throughout the book, Erik shows that he is a villain through his vile and offensive behavior, his need for power, and his insanity.
Steven Alper’s life started out completely normal. Steven starts out as your average teenage middle school boy; skinny, wears glasses, has braces, and last but not least, invisible to the hottest girl in 8th grade, Renee Albert. Besides being a complete geek, Steven excels at playing the drums; even making into the All-City Jazz Band. But after troubling times come after attempting to make “moatmeal” for his younger brother Jeffery, Steven’s world gets turned completely upside down; changing and challenging the rest of his 8th grade year.
1. How would you feel if Prince Maxon said that he had feelings for you after deciding to only be friends?
“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up.
“Oh you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, “You looking pretty sexy today too babe!” she then wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the cheek.
...like in my dreams, “Bravo.” She said with a sly smirk on her face. “Bravo?
As I sat waiting downstairs at Pencey for Stradlater to come down from his dorm, I started to think about my first date. It was a very awkward time and I am not even sure if I would call it a date. It was with Holden Caulfield, a strange boy that is about my age. He was a sweet boy but he went a little to fast in our relationship than I was expecting.
It was like living a dream. He took me out to dinner, met my parents –
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.
...ent form the kiss. You need to realize though, that was no ordinary kiss. It felt like a million fireworks going off as one. Try to imagine what cartoon characters look like after a really hot woman just gave them a small peck for a kiss. How they're all drooling, how they look retarded with big, melted doggy eyes, and the walk like there drunk. That is how I felt; I mean it was a knock out and for my first kiss too! After the shock passed I calmly did a little jerk with my arm and said, "YES."
Ah, the kiss was exciting to think about as well. I had no idea what it would be like, but I knew it would feel wonderful. This quick pucker and follow-through would be my initiation into womanhood, somehow setting me apart from other girls who could barely fill a bra or who, as rumors went, practiced kissing by mutilating fruit. A rite of passage, a first romance, yes. But my girlish head had set itself upon one quest: I would be truly in love with the young man I first
Then he asked me if I had ever been kissed, this sent me into a near heart attack mode. I admitted that I hadn’t been kissed before. Then boy in front of me, the one who always held confidence, who knew so much of himself so well prior to those who do that are much older than we, blushed and apologized sincerely for not having been a better person to me and not having something to offer me this day. He looked back up at me with confidence and more love in his eyes that I had ever seen at the time. And then, Jordan softly placed his hand behind my neck, not intimately or anything like that, but in a more comforting way, moving my hair behind my shoulder and said, “If I can offer you anything special, a small gift in a small way,” and he kind of laughed at that, his voice softened again and he finished, “If you’ll let me, I’ll give you your first kiss.” The shock in my eyes must have been apparent, of course no one had ever said anything so romantic to me in my whole life (Again, I just turned fourteen), I nodded –a huge blush gracing my face as well as much as