"Damnit, Johnny… Oh damnit, Johnny, don 't die, please don 't die."
Johnny was the main reason I was still alive. Call him my life tank or whatever but it was the truth. I was proud of him and I never could tell him. I knew how much he wanted to hear it, but being Dallas Winston, an awkward person who never knew how to show his feelings, I never got to tell him. I didn 't want to face the corpse in front of me. I didn 't want to see the mistakes I 've made. The mistake for not wanting him to get tough. You get tough like me, and nothing can hurt you. I went up to the dead body and chuckled dispiritedly. "Never could put that hair back." What the hell 's wrong with you Dallas? What are you so sad about? that body in front of you is nothing but another corpse, just another dead body. I had tears in my eyes as I ran through the corridors. All I could see were white walls and misshapen figures through the tears in my eyes. I had to face it. Johnny was gone. He was dead.
I ran away. ‘Running away ain 't your style, Winston. ' Is what I thought, but I couldn 't handle it. I, for the first time, was scared. It was a surprise, even for me. I never got scared, ever. Memories of New York were playing in
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I took the car that had Pony’s blood all over the seats from the rumble. Golly, at least, I did something that will finally be helpful to the gang. I sat there in silence for a moment, finally having the time to try and get my thoughts straight. But, it didn 't work, and that was to be expected. I knew it wouldn 't ‘cause I wasn 't the rational thinker, that was Darry. I wasn 't the funny one either, that was Two-Bit. I wasn 't the good older brother, that was Soda. I wasn 't the guy addicted to cars, that was Steve. I wasn 't the smart kid obsessing over books either, that was Pony. I wasn 't a gang leader, that was Tim Shepard. I wasn 't rich or anything like that, those were the socs. And I wasn 't the one who kept admiring or looking up to the wrong
Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
Right now I am on a plane headed to Europe. With me are Jack Hileman,John Shleinz,Grant Williams,Nathan Jolly,and David Beilin. We are almost over the Amazon,when the plane begins to shake then fall. Grant screamed, “What are we going to do?” Nathan shouted in response, “I don’t know you tell me wise guy.”
The room is spinning. It’s hard to get a good look and what or even where the scene is taking place. Finally, the revolution ends on a face. Not a remarkable face. Just an average looking guy in his early twenties with a short brown fair and sad eyes.
Adam Driver seems to have more than Star Wars blood running through his veins. The actor known for his role as Kylo Ren in The Force Awakens tried out his sketch comedy talent by hosting Saturday Night Liveon January 16. Driver did a series of sketches from the Golden Globes to America's Funniest Cats.
September 14, 1905: A diary entry from Gizmo Loyd Greed is good. The animal that survives in the wild does not share. He does not focus on morals or the care of others.
It had been a hot, humid day playing on the corner for Mississippi Joe and Willy Brown. Their white cotton shirts were completely soaked through with sweat and their throats were dry. They had received about two dollars from pedestrians, and were ready to end their day on the street. “I think it’s about time we head on over to the juke joint, Willy,” said Mississippi Joe. “You think we’ll get the stage tonight?” asked Willy.
I very rarely think in words at all. A thought prevails and I may try to express it in words afterwards, but the words are never there to begin with. But sometimes if I’m lucky, I can identify the thought bubble almost instantaneously with what I like to call “special transmitters”. You see, each thought shape has a different feel – sometimes the thoughts are quiet as a mouse, and sometimes it is loud and thunderous. Sometimes it sounds like it is close by, and sometimes it sounds further off.
As he described this, his tone became more profound and the dim lighting of the room became much more grim. “Found an elderly couple dead in their boat from hyperthermia.” He looked down as he recalled this haunting encounter. “It was the first time I had seen a dead body, other that in a casket at a funeral. That I was the one to discover them dead, it left a lasting impression.”
"I see ... a pile of skulls and bones. For the first time since my arrival, what I see before me is too painful, and I break down completely. These are my relatives, friends, and neighbors, I keep thinking ... It is a long time before I am calm again. And then I am able, with my bare hands, to rearrange the skulls and bones so that they are not scattered about.
Hello I am Jordy. I am fourteen years old. I came to Taiwan when I was eleven. Before that I studied in an American school in Shanghai. That was my first time studying in a Taiwanese local school.
I paced back and forth on my front porch, letting my mind trace back to all the things that had happened since I blamed Tom Robinson of taking advantage of me. It was the first time I had completely permitted myself to think through what I have done and be conscious of it. I couldn’t help but to accuse Tom. I’m aware that deep down in my heart that it was wrong, but I was in panic. If my father had seen us and find out the solid truth, I can’t even imagine all the unspeakable actions he would have done with no shame.
Slowly, I sat up and looked around; I was still in the street, but suddenly my shirt was white, along with my pants. Also, the car that had hit me was gone. There was not a soul in sight. No people, no dogs barking, not even a cricket chirping. I pulled myself up onto my feet and started walking.
Johnny was afraid that Darry and Soda would be too upset for him and Ponyboy leaving. On top of that, He knew that he was going to be punished for killing Bob. That level of thoughtness and willingness to care for Ponyboy truly showed signs of a strong personality. The quote with the most impact was definitely “Listen, I don’t mind dying now. It’s worth it.
He went back to his old ways of only looking out for himself. The qualities of a typical hero once again vanished. Winston was tortured so much that he ratted out Julia and confessed everything. He even said he’d rather Julia be tortured and die than himself. He had betrayed her, and he had betrayed himself.
After one is killed, or as the book calls it, “vaporized”, history is changed so that there is no record that that human ever existed. Winston constantly says that he is scared of being caught. When he