I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen. “Jason!” my father yelled, “Over here,” I yelled to tell my father. …show more content…
The book was Afterlife; it was about Lucas, who was brought to Evernight to learn to control his bloodlust. Bianca accompanies Lucas to Evernight where she discovers other wraiths and meets the mysterious Christopher. This book might help me control my inklust. When I got back to school instead of doing work we helped rearranged and decorating the classroom. One of my friends named Heath was moving some glass cup and dropped them. While me and him were picking up the glass Heath cut himself badly on his left wrist. There was blood all over the floor inside it felt like I needed to drink it. I grabbed Heath’s wrist and covered it so I wouldn’t have the urge to bite him. I think since I haven’t been drinking blood that I’m not allergic to it. The smell of the blood lingers in my nose. Maybe I can drink both blood and ink. The teacher took Heath to the doctor to heal his wrist. The teacher told us to clean up the mess of glass and blood. Heath and the teacher came back Heath had his wrist stitched and wrapped. After we got done decorating the class, the teacher let us go, so Heath couldn't use his hand, and since we helped decorate, she let us leave …show more content…
When he left I grabbed a book and began to drink a snack. The things is when I got completely finished, my father was standing there he had watched me drink the ink from the book. I was in shock, I dropped the book and began to back away from my father. My father grabbed the book and looked through the pages. He looked at me and asked what I did. I didn't answer I ran off with my father chasing me with a pitchfork and yelling at me in a brusque voice. I ran for the cemetery because that's where the first ink drinker hid for years without being found out. I hid in an old abandoned crypt like Draculink. My father gave up eventually, but I dared not go out of the crypt. I wasn't shocked when later that night a mob with my father leading it came after me. They looked for two hours checking all over the cemetery for
my dad exclaimed. “What?” I answered. I was downstairs getting some popcorn for a very good night. When I was walking back up to the room, something else happened “NOOO!
Just a second before I did, the police got up quickly. "Thank you for your time ma 'am, we are very sorry about your neighbor." So am I, so am I. Year by year, I was never questioned for a second time, never even considered to be the one who had taken all of those peoples lives. I got away, and those people let me. They let a murder loose.
Everyone!” my dad said. As he jumped off the roof and he had all of us jump down and told us all to go get into the truck and that he would be back soon. He went in the house and not 10 minuets later he came out dragging the kidnapper out by his hair and he punched him in the face and then walked over to the truck and got in. “It didn’t even feel like you guys were looking for me!
As I sat down, everyone stared at me as if I had committed a big crime. My father violently stood
His dad almost found out just the other day. He was outside drinking a book and he did not know his dad was near him so he carried on with his book drinking project for school tomorrow . His dad walked over there and asked him what he was doing, so Jaten covered up really fast. He said that he was about to read the book and he opened it to the first page it was blank, and his
I couldn't bear to look any longer. I ran away towards the other side of the Alley and feel something warm running through my hand. It was blood. I didn’t even realize I was biting my knuckles so hard. I couldn’t handle it.
I was so shocked I said “Dad what happened, why is mom and Joe dead!!”. My dad replied “Son im sorry, Im so sorry”. I was goanna ask him if he killed them but deep down even at that age I knew he had killed them. I also knew if I had stayed I was next. I ran as fast as I could away from my dad.
A book was in the way so I moved it out the way. He got the book found the middle of the book, and got a straw out of his pocket and slurped . I gasped and he heard me then rushed out the room and out the door. I followed him but before i reached the door my dad asked me where was I going I to say concise answer so I said out
I thought of telling him about binary numbers and the Glass Castle and Venus and all the things that made my dad special and completely different from his dad, but I knew Billy wouldn't understand. I started to run out of the house, but the I stopped and turned around. “My daddy is nothing like your daddy!” I shouted
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead!”
It was just like any ordinary day or at least I thought, Colby..Colby... COOLLLBBYYY my mother screamed at me I had woke up late I had sprung out of bed, then we all loaded up in the truck and take off to go to work. As we headed off to my parents store Next Generation Produce my father received a call. The phone call was from the store, my father answered it calmly “hello”, Bay one of my father's employees had told him that the health inspector was there.
It only skimmed the outside of his calf the blood flowed quite quickly. The blood was like a small stream trickling down his leg. Soon it had soaked through his pants into his left boot turning the rusty brown to bright crimson. It looked almost the color of a bright red rose as it soaked and stained his boot. He moved quickly ignoring the pain in his leg and the warm wetness of his own blood.
“JOE!, it’s time for you to leave for school!” hollered Joe's Mom from the kitchen. Joe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, Mom I'll be down in a minute.”
I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign for me.