The melody of their first song pumped through the air with the rush of adrenaline, voices mingling together to compose the chorus of Fairly Local. The buzz that coursed through the Center was indescribable. Thousands of cries became one as people of all origins united for one cause--to hear the symphony of sounds that Twenty One Pilots was creating with each chord and beat. Hearts pounding and throats aching, the crowd hung onto every word coming out of Tyler Joseph’s mouth, until we all were intoxicated by the music. About two hours later, the Skeleton Clique (people of the Twenty One Pilots unofficial fanbase) dispersed as the concert came to a close, awestruck by what we had all witnessed.
I’ve experienced juveniles stealing their parents’ credit cards in order to fulfill their materialistic desires, seeming as if their wants are of utmost importance. Of course when I witness this, I just sit back and think about how the parents would react, even wondering to myself whether or not the child feels remorse for putting their parents in debt. When any individual does not get what they yearn for, they become deceitful to satisfy their demands. The times where I’ve been a victim to pure selfishness is almost always when I’m at the airport waiting for my luggage to arrive on the conveyor belt. Only there do I become the most impatient person to exist, wanting to scream at the employees as to why it takes them so long to deliver my luggage, totally oblivious to the fact that they’ve got to carry heavy suitcases, hundreds of them.
The emptiness I felt inside at that moment still upsets me because of all the trouble I had to go through during this entire process of losing everything and then recovering or replacing it again was extremely overbearing. My phone and wallet were everything to me, all I could say in my head at that moment was “Brand New Galaxy 6, $300, social security, licence, credit/debit cards…”. At that moment, I truly understood what it felt like to be lost, and I had to figure out how I was going to get home without the help of anyone. At that moment I realized what it felt like to have nothing; no car, no money, no phone, no identification, and no way back to school to begin my
I was winning (at least I think I was), running faster than my sisters. Then, all too quickly, BAM! I was sprawled flat on my face, my hands and feet laid out, just hard ground beneath my stunned body, my hand sliced on a shard of broken bottle. I screamed bloody murder all the way to the emergency room. My mom tried to comfort me to no avail; I was a blubbering, hysterical mess.
The Great Gatsby is possibly F. Scott Fitzgerald 's greatest work. It is a book that provides insightful views of the American social climbers in the 1920s. The Great Gatsby is an American classic and a wonderfully haunting work. The novel 's happenings are told with the help of the consciousness of its narrator, Nick Carraway, a graduate from Yale. Upon relocating to New York, he rents a house next door to the mansion of an eccentric millionaire, Jay Gatsby who throws extravagant and lavish parties every Saturday night.
“In a rush Kitty says,”I’m the one who sent the letters.”... “As I can, l say,” Do you even know how much trouble you’ve caused? How could you be so spiteful to me?” I’m sorry,” she whispers. Fat teardrops form in the corners of her eyes, and one plops down like a raindrop. I want to hug her, to comfort her. But I’m still so mad.”It’s fine.”I say in a voice that is the exact opposite of fine.”(350,351).
At the end of the passage, Soto’s demonstrates his remorse through the repetition of the people who knew about his sin and him flinging thirsty. Thus, supporting his utter resentment and guilt from stealing and consuming the apple pie. “A car honked, the driver knew…Mrs.Hancock…she knew…My mom…knew.” Soto’s conscious is filled with guilt, by repeating the term “knew,” the reader can conclude that Soto’s paranoia from consuming the pie is truly starting to effect him. Although, there is no possible way for these people to “know” that Soto has committed a sin, the haunting repetition alludes to Soto’s bursting guilt. Furthermore, Soto’s fantasy was short lived once inhaling the stolen pie, therefore he begins to participates in an activity that
It was in a big envelope and all, but it broke anyway. i damn near cried, it made me feel so terrible, but all i did was, I took the pieces out of the envelope and put them in my coat pocket. “ (pg. 170 ¶ 2). He almost cried because he broke a record he had bought for Phoebe, and he felt terrible.
I realized that I was acting like a food addict! I drove from, east, to west, from city to city, spent unnecessary gas money, put extra miles on my van and my trucks, cut into my savings, spent bill money, and got upset, all for a stupid dessert. I didn’t like the person that I’d become. I was trying to figure out what was going on with me. I was feeling like I couldn’t help myself, like an addict strung out on drugs.
I even forgot to acquire water to refresh and hydrate myself. The allergy medicine started wearing off and my nose was stuffed. My throat started to attain this weird raspy of feeling due to the mucus dripping down into my throat. At dismissal l my throat was dry, my lips were on fire, and my nose was stuffed. My headache initiated when the bus proceeded to my house.