Grandpop, Ginny, and Pop take turn stating these different sentences, almost like the waves of an ocean. Pop says, “The boy was standing guard;” Grandpop says, “He saw an incoming car;” then Ginny says, “The headlights approached” (24). Although each individual is a different person, they each continue to tell the same story, like a hivemind. As the scene continues, Elliot’s emergency grows direr, and the family members’ narrative sentences become shorter and choppier. Words and fragments are separated on different lines: “Stay / Calm / Put / Tourniquet / Lay / Back / Drink / Cup / Water” (25-26).
I was still feeling propelled on the other side as many different screaming voices got into my head, sounding like the were chasing me along the trail, screaming as if they wanted to get rid of me. They stopped half way, but kept up with a barrage of insults before disappearing into the forest. Moths continued to filter along the trail guiding me to the next camp or making sure I went on the right path. My mind and body seemed to come back to me, then and I was hit with a massive migraine. Upon reaching the camp I was vomiting and seriously ill.
When I started to sing I had felt like there was an extreme pressure on my body. I had felt the cold wetness against my shirt to my skin. And then this turning, ugly, painful feeling in my gut. I thought I had messed up, which caused me to worry when I read lines with Sophia.
To begin with when Castle made his high tops low tops it was the first time when shoes played a big role in the book. When Castle cut his shoes to go faster but this only hurt him because his classmate Shamika embarrassed him. “Shamika couldn’t get herself together long enough to even speak, so instead she just pointed at my feet” (Reynolds 80). What Shamika did made Castle so frustrated that he skipped school and made him realize it was a waste of money which was already a problem in his family. Another time shoes played a big role was when Castle stole the “Silver Bullets” from the sports store.
When she has an idea, you better say your farewells because you never know what might happen. Her idea of fun is walking on top of falling-in roofs, driving gators through muddy ditches, trying to shoot birds with a kids bow and arrow, and trying to make our own torches drenched in wasp raid. Very few of our ideas are smart and if our parents knew what we were doing at the time, we would be in an enormous amount of trouble. You see, my life has changed so much in the past few years that we are starting to think alike and have the same crazy and reckless ideas. We have many funny stories to tell our summers together, and one of my favorite ones was on a rainy day last spring.
They arranged for the rigors of go in hop off towns like St. Joseph and Independence, Missouri, which thrived from the development of the furnishing business. There, pioneers obtained Conestoga wagons for the trip and loaded up on supplies like nourishment, weapons, and ammunition. Because of subjective stories about the savage Indians that voyagers would confront along their path, explorers on the overland trails frequently overloaded weapons and ammunition to the disadvantage of other more important things. When they set out, pioneers confronted various difficulties: bulls biting the dust of thirst, over-burden wagons, and diarrhea, among others. Trails were inadequately checked and difficult to take after, and explorers regularly lost their direction.
There were 15 of us from my church all squished into two vans. While I climbed into this big van I thought it was going to be so fun to drive up a mountain, see all the appealing scenery and have the thrill of almost feeling like we're going to fall. Well…. I was wrong. Every second there was a huge bump or pothole in the road so our heads were slamming against the side of the van.
We wait for the next car, my mind is saying no, no, no. My brother is excited and so is my dad, I 'm sweating my shirt through. The car comes back to us. The people get off and we get on. I don 't want to sit on the edges, there is noting below your feet!
"All the world 's a stage. " I didn 't anticipate 600 feverish eyes staring back at me. Panic arose among my fellow actors, as the hope of escape became grimmer by the second. We had two option: climb or die. Up the set, I go, grabbing a crowbar on the way.
we had to wait again in the car to go back down the mountain because the roads were too icy to drive down. Being in those conditions for so long we all started to feel a little loopy almost like a drunk feeling which made the wait a little more bearable. Finally after three to four hours on the top of Pikes Peak we could finally go down. The drive down was horrible, the road was all curvy with some pretty sharp turns and my uncle had to be careful with the breaks so they wouldn 't overheat, we had to stop a lot more times on the way down because everyone was feeling pretty sick.
“This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam.
The Nest/ Foreshadowing I think that paragraph that said " After 3 blocks ,he slowed down, panting his face set with fury. the habit of thinking, encouraged by his parents at ever opportunity, began to function" foreshowed the middle and end of the story because at the begging of the story it said that Jimmy wanted to go on a hike with his friend named Paul but apparently Paul very bad kid his mom said that he stole candy from a store and is in a gang. the first paragraph i already knew that he was going to break his moms rule and go on a hike with is "bad" friend and i was right, and i think that Paul is a bad kid might be from his dad being a alcoholic in the middle of the story Jimmy invites Paul to his house for dinner and