Creative Writing: The Outsiders Sequel

“I don’t think so, I’m really full,” he said back like he had just eaten a whole turkey. I rushed over to him and took his sandwich. “Wait Aastha, where you going?” He asked. Before I could answer his question, I had already zoomed out the door. After getting the sandwich, I found the cat and gave him some baloney.

(Jerry tossed a small bit of lemonade into Sider’s eyes, just enough to make sure he still had a lot and Sider was temporarily blinded, just enough for him to get out.) Narrator: Jerry sprinted back to his house, relieved that he escaped, but most of all that he got his lemonade! Jerry: Mom! Mother: Jerry! Where have you been!

Even being in a different country cannot take away the hell that Ishmael has been through. His memories of war will haunt him forever. Another example of this can be seen when Ishmael is at the UNICEF rehabilitation center. Ishmael is able to sleep without the use drugs now, but does not stay asleep. He dreams of the man who almost slit his throat.

Although some actions could be more heroic than others it does not be mean small actions are not an act of heroicism. It was a knarling morning when I woke up. My stomach rumbles from the three cans of red bull and the Del Taco I had the previous night,and my eyes would not stay open from the two hours of sleep I had from playing video games and starting an essay due the next morning. Realizing I have a game I did everything I can to get the sensation out of my stomach. I tried everything, from drinking obsurd teas to going on ask.com.

"are you still in stock of the Waterproof Toaster?" i ask. you could see his eyes widen in amazement while he said, "One moment Please." He craked a smile and you could see his teeth were rotten with a few mission. He broke into a sprint to the back room.

I was still high on the adrenaline rush from singing hours ago, and my mouth didn’t close until my family went to bed and shut the door. I hardly got any sleep, candy and adrenaline from my performance keeping me up late into the night. It was a milestone moment I was sure, and I was going to remember it my whole life. My eyes finally closed, the imprint of a microphone seared onto my

In The Stranger by Albert Camus: the protagonist, Meursault, appears to be indifferent to everything throughout the book. Even on fundamentally important concepts such as death, love, and time. Because to Meursault, “we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how doesn’t matter (2.5.114).” This general lack of interest is similar to the Universe because if the grand scheme of things, our lives, and our deaths mean nothing and would have no real impact on the future of the Universe. Our deaths turn meaningless over time, eventually love will fade away, and time will blur together to the point that 100 years will seem like a millisecond. And this is the embodiment of Nihilism.

When I walked in, I quietly found my seat in the back of the classroom. The bell sounded, and again I was startled. It seemed as if I would never become comfortable with my new surroundings. The teacher went to the front of the classroom and started the class. “Good morning and welcome to your first day of freshman history class.

”Everyone here is still very tense. Pim has nearly reached boiling point; Mrs Van D is lying in bed with a cold, grumbling; Mr Van D is growing pale without his cigarettes; Dussel, who 's having to give up many of his comforts, is carping at everyone; We seem to have run out of luck lately. The toilet 's leaking, and the tap 's stuck.” As we can see the register is the one that everyone would use to describe a normal family situation, but the content is what gives us the idea of how they used to face their situation during the oppression. And nothing could be more useful than a direct “live” deposition of what was going on in people’s mind, and this would definitely take the “Interpretation error” off

Williker told us that from now on our phones were to be put in the bucket before class and he would put the bucket under his desk. He also said if anyone had a problem with putting their phones in the bucket they could go to the office for the rest of the class. No one has said a word and I just sat there. Mr. Williker looked really disappointed; that was also an indication that something had happened. The nerves I was feeling in that moment were wild.