A Short Note On Boyfriend

“Stop right there,” says Schrank. Chino’s steps begin to slow down as he waves his around angrily. “Do not move a muscle, kid,” speaks Schrank. Chino stops and freezes in his tracks. Schrank comes up behind Chino and pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. He tightens them on Chino’s wrists, nearly cutting of his circulation. “You had no right to kill,” Schrank shouts in Chino’s ear.

The prisoner pushed out the dead man’s body outside of his room. He took the gun and threw it outside. He took the man's clothes- he wanted to stay warm. He heard some shouting coming from outside the room. He took the man's belt, and closing the old door, separated himself from the

“why?” He questioned. What was this, an interrogation? I thought his first reaction would be to scream. I'm surprised he hasn't already tried.

“What are you trying to say? Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Ernest asked and sat down to wait until his friend finished talking.

“Do you ever just, shut up?” Tyler answered, still trained on the screen that lit up their faces and framed their outlines with shadows. Looking down, I didn’t say anything in response.

“Did you really think you would escape that easily?” the Duke asked. He slowly approaches them. Looking at the gun Christian has, “Did you have intentions on killing me?”.

“Come along now, Izumi!” Momo ordered. As she walked on, Izumi followed close behind. “That guy was defenseless!” she laughed, holding a gun up to her forehead, “right, Izumi? Took his gun right out!”

Bradford’s poems is trying to convey what a woman’s place during this timeframe should be. Which is mild manner, submissive but loving and passionate to their husband. The poem “To My Dear and Loving Husband” she writes “Thy love is such I can no way repay”. I actually feel that she loves her husband dearly because he provides for her and the family, I don’t see the passion that he has for her as a woman. Not being cynical, I feel as though “The Author to her Book” is truly how Bradford and other women of this period feel, which is unappreciated, depressed and not feeling loved or a part of the “home”. The person (not necessarily Bradford) may feel abandon.

After the party, Nam was leaving the north guard house door open show a Lieutenant who was check on Jeong and Oh. The Lieutenant pulls his gun on Nam and forces his back into the guardhouse and Soo-hyeok pull his gun at the Lieutenant, which Oh tries to calm everyone down. However, Nam shot the Lieutenant and Jeong, who shot Soo-hyeok in the leg that led him to shot Jeong in the head and Oh shot the Lieutenant in the head. Than Oh, Nam and Soo-hyeok agree on the conspiracy that Soo-hyeok was kidnapped by the north and that Soo-hyeok entered the guard house start shooting at the three North Koreans without a reason. However, the more Sophie Jean investigate the more she realistic that both soldiers were lying to protect themselves and the other soldier. The character that I find interesting was Soo-hyeok because he was not scary to interact and cross the north border to befriend Oh and

“You, moron, imbecile, mule-brain. You could have killed someone!” His voice echoed through the room and everyone turned to watch the commotion. He grabbed the man's collar and lifted him off of the ground, whimpering and shaking.

“This is so embarrassing. I wasn’t certain what you said, but you ordered me not to speak a few moments ago. I couldn’t ask you to repeat yourself,” the boy rambles at record speed.

A smile appeared on his rounded face, making his mustache rise revealing pale and chapped lips. “You must be new here.” He walked over to me and put his rough and beefy hand on my back, observing me from all angles, murmuring quietly to himself.

"I-I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-" Luhan moves over albeit hesitantly and grabs Minseok by his shoulders, holding him up with steady hands and attempting to see past Minseok's long hair.

Sweeping aside his coat’s lapel he holstered his weapon and inhaled through the burn in his gut. When the roar inside him subsided to a dull pounding, he dropped into a two-seater. “I’ll not apologize.” Fuck! He sounded like wannabe Freddie.

“What are you talking about? I need to get out of here and find out what the fuck is going on? My brothel is getting fucking shot up,” Jungkook hissed out, spinning around in an attempt to get to Taehyung’s door, but before he could even reach the knob, Taehyung’s hands were on his wrist. First reaction was to shoot. Taehyung was annoying and it was clear he had an early death wish. “Let me go, Taehyung. I am not kidding about shooting you.” At least, he gave a warning, no one can say he didn’t care or he didn’t show a sign of remorse. Jungkook was the King of Remorse.