Brake: A Short Story

day room with his inmates and is listening in on their conversations. Suddenly he hears

Everything you would expect in a perfect person. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, and a perfect at everything. That was a guy by the name of Drake.

There comes a car in the drive-thru, and it pulls right up to the window, and as I hear chatter among the customer and Larissa. Larissa comes towards the front of the counter and says “I can’t argue with this guy, we don’t have student discounts and tells Jason to go and talk to the customer.” Jason does not hesitant and goes to the window, where I hear him saying, “sir, we do not have student discounts”, and this seems to calm the man down. Larissa makes the drinks and serves the guy his donuts that he ordered to and throws his straw wrapper at Larissa and drives off. They start talking about how Andrew didn’t know he had to come in and the seemed to talked about this sincerely and honestly, not talking about him badly at all. A few minutes

He turns around to get a look of the area he had inadvertently placed himself in and is met with the sickening sight of a prison. As far back as he can see and stretching just as high there are cells brimming with prisoners. The ones he can see are blooded, bruised, and obviously emaciated. Many look like they had to have been here since before all of this began, look as if

“Hunter, you shouldn’t even bother to tag me. I’m too good for you,” I told him, so he

I was walking down the stairs I tripped and fall down the stairs. I got up and I slipped on the ice and brake my arm. I tired to call for halp but no one could here me calling out. I lie their for hours intil someone come and helped me. They take me to the doctors office to took a look at my arm. The doctor told me this arm is brake.

He walked down the bleak hallway every morning, with his face staring at the ground. He heard whispers as he walked through the narrow pathway. He kept asking himself why he was different from the others. This was the life of Eddie Huang, and in many ways we led the same life. Most of us have come across a time in our lives when we did not feel like we belonged in a certain group. My parents moved to America when i was twelve. I barely understood the language and had a tough time fitting in. A character that I share similar experiences with is Eddie from the T.V. show Fresh Off The Boat. Eddie and his family also moved to an area where the community was not very diverse. Eddie and I have experienced similar situations as we both grew up in neighbourhoods where we were outsiders.

Slice pulled himself of the wall, stared at the both of them and said in a fuck it tone of voice.

Me and my team were sitting around the fire after a hard day trying to take a rest talking and chatting to each other, but before anyone could react a RPG hit the ground in front of us, scattering all of our equipment and us away in different directions. I quickly recovered and stood up wheezing and coughing and quickly searched for a gun that I could use to defend myself with, but before I was able to find one a wave of RPG came hitting the ground all around blasting me into a tree knocking me out briefly.

The story is based on a fifteen year old teenage boy by the name of Will Drake that has already escaped from three maximum security juvenile detention facilities. Will Drake is an interesting character. He has always been a loner and distant, but now realises he need assistance of other people to achieve what he wants.

“I’m fine,” said Ethan, through gritted teeth, and then gripped onto the bathroom sink to try and stand up, though he had the body strength of a new-born colt. He glanced up at Cal, whose worried face seemed to have gone into overdrive, and gave a much deliberated blink.

Here in this cell, he can hear the water churn and fall past the opening, it’s soothing in a manner that takes away from the pain in his gut. He carves his own mark in stone with his eyes. A figure eight pushes him into a trance like state, the rhythm broken only by the sound of a clanking chain on his prison bars.

Whoosh! Whish! The wind went as Spot started walking to the park with his owner, Jeff, it was a bright and sunny day. Spot and his owner Jeff stopped a couple of times to look at all the wonderful buildings. When spot finally got to the park he started smelling something delicious! It was hot dogs! spot thought hot dogs were real dogs being cooked! “Howl!” “I better hurry past the barbeque!” That made Spot walk faster to the park!

This wasn't the first time Flame had sent himself to the asylum, it would be the third time. He wasn’t actually sick, he was just pretending, so he could get away from it for a little bit. Away from what? You may be asking. Well, you see… Flame was the most popular kid at school along with getting ace grades, even though his “brother” didn't really care. On the outside it looked as if Flame had the perfect life, although he knew something was off. Now as for the asylum thing; there was this one kid at school who wasn't always there, but when he was, Flame wanted no part in his shenanigans. He came up with the brilliant idea to appear wrong in the head. He would be sent away for three months and then come back, good as new. Though this time

Crash. One, two, no, three plates hit the floor. I could for all intents and purposes feel my spirit drain from my body as that sound rung throughout the restaurant. I paused for a moment to recollect my thoughts, looking up to see a collection of dirty plates, bowls, and pans stacked nearly a foot high on the shelf and beginning to collect around my feet as there was nowhere else to put them. With a stack of plates so tall, the grease had allowed a plate to slip and take several others with it to crash onto the stone floor. Ah yes, this was dinner hour, the busiest hour of the night, on Friday, the busiest day of the week in general, and it was my first week on the job. Straightaway came the manager, Rachel, as well as a few of my coworkers. She looked to see glass scattered