I remember running back and forth between two goals chasing the ball aimlessly in an attempt to kick it into the goal. During the games, the coach’s voices would often bark orders plays and other commands out but often unheard by the players. The excitement of the cheering fans from the sidelines and vastness of the park muffled the coaches voice attempting to call out plays led to their frustrations. Magically, the park would carry their voices away from the field and off to the abyss of the distant woods. The irony is as I often ran the park before stepping onto the baseball field; I could still hear the coaches crystal clear probably because I was not on the field.
He turned around and started walking to the gate. I thought to myself, could you go any faster or is that going to be a problem. Batman was walking the speed of a turtle crawling up a hill. Back to honking my horn I go, and he still continues to go turtle speed. I thought about hitting him again, and then realized what if he takes off running, and I have to chase him clear to the other end of the pasture.
As the man slowly walks away from the board, they exchanged concerned expressions. Realizing it was their only choice, they run out the back door. The man starts to turn around realizing they left, and in the corner of his eye catches a glimpse of them. Without hesitation, he reaches for a gun taking aim, puts his finger to the trigger, and bang. The sound of the gunshot echoed through out barn.
While Kevin is walking down the street we see in another shot: Kim 's boyfriend who is driving recklessly down the street mowing over Edwards sculpture trees. This is when Edward notices from the house and realizes that the van is heading straight for Kevin. He runs outside in a mad panic and pushes Kevin out of the way of the vehicle. In all the commotion Edward tries to
At least I can leave the building now. I walked back to the table with Cody 's unfinished masterpiece, picked it up, and left the room. As I took a step into the hallway, I was immediately intercepted by a group of football savages. I tumbled to the ground, taking the blob and Cody Manson 's masterpiece with me.
We’d done similar maneuvers countless times that I didn’t even bother drawing my weapon, knowing that it’d only slow my progress and that he’d drop anyone before they got a chance to so much as level their weapon at me. When I’d reached the building, I wasted no time opening the front door, instead I jumped through a broken window in one fluid movement and continued my pace as I raced up the flights of stairs to the rooftop. From this vantage point, I could oversee the entire plaza below as well as the road that the drug lord had taken to escape the fight.
Since I was seven my parents would drive me to Ivoryton, Connecticut each summer. Each year I would see new and old faces. Once we had all settled into our designated tents for either two, four, six or eight weeks we walk around to meet the new campers. All I could hear was laughter and yelling in that moment. Everyone seemed so happy to finally see their friends again after another one hundred eighty days of school.
CHAPTER TEN Frantic Flight to Yellow Rock Jacob charged across the crest, his feet beating divots into the dirt. “Come on!” We bolted down the far side of the rock face toward the creek, the three of us slipping on crumbling stones until we hit level ground and could climb onto our horses. I was sure Seth’s horse, Promise, was going to barrel straight up the ridge, but she veered sharply to the right and galloped off in the opposite direction.
Suddenly he was off and I was right there beside him running for dear life gripping the halter in my hands and i wouldn 't dare let go. He stopped running when we got to a fence, because I was on the halter side I became squashed between him and the fence. As I squeezed my way to his head his foot came down on mine