Chapter three ***Carson 's P.O.V*** ~♡~ It was raining when I walked into the school. It had been a while since I had last seen Oliver and I took that as a good thing, enjoying it while it would last. However, my time was over when I saw Oliver waiting for me, his back resting on my locker. I sighed and let out tired huff. "Oli, why are you here?" He growled. "Really, Car, you seriously don 't know why I 'm here?" I rolled my eyes and pushed him off my locker putting my bag in there and getting out my books for the day. "Look, if I knew what I 'd done, I 'd probably be hiding." He pushed me against a locker. "Jeremy told me that you told everyone that I kissed you!" I groaned, my back hurting. "What the hell, Oli? I didn 't say anything! Like I 'd even want you to kiss me!" This seemed to push him over the edge and he punched me, my nose cracking. Something caught my eye and I saw that Jeremy was in the corner, smirking and it all clicked in my mind. He had set all of this up. He wanted me to get hurt. Oliver pushed my head against the locker and I absolutely lost it. I was sick of being pushed around, by my dad, the assholes at school and the need to fill my father 's shoes. I pushed Oliver making him stumble backwards as we both moved. I kept throwing punches at him, anywhere I could reach, getting my anger out, as we walked back away from the locker room. Suddenly, I was pushed and Oliver and I toppled to the floor, our bodies colliding. I looked up to see most of
Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.
I dropped down next to him and later my head on his shoulder. “He was a strong, handsome little boy,” Sam whispered into the night, “he didn't deserve to go like that. He should grown up, gotten out of this place, and made a better life. He should've had better… he should've had better.” As he spoke my eyes grew damp.
"Have I hurt you? You didn’t like it? Sorry. This is the first time I kiss a man myself." The girl said, being ashamed of her words.
Toward the beginning of book, Artie touches base at his father, Vladek’s home keeping in mind that his goal is to record his dad’s Holocaust recollections for a book he is writing. Artie’s mother died from suicide and as Artie was going through with her funeral. Artie and Vladek enter a dark and depressing phase, Artie lets his feelings out by drawing it out and making a comic. As the reader, it shows how effortlessly it is to find out about the amount Arties endured amid this time of his life. In a way it speaks to his parents hardships during the holocaust as his dad had explained to him through the book. It discovered a lot of opinions and how painful to his father as he reads it, and Mala purposely keeping this comic.
"Oh wow, Avenelle Jérôme, wow." I snatched my hand away from him and hid both of them behind my back, knowing he couldn't tickle me on a
It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,
I think Dante’s description of Hell is a wonderful work of literature. Dante uses numerous literary techniques to describe his vision of Hell to the reader. In my opinion, one of the most affective techniques used by Dante is symbolism. It would be a very difficult task to compile a brief list of significant symbols from the Cantos that we read in class. Dante utilized many symbols throughout each canto. Some of the symbols that Dante used in Inferno are well defined and easy to interpret, while other symbols are much more difficult to recognize and understand. For this paper, I will be analyzing multiple symbols from Dante’s Inferno. Some of the symbols came from the Canto’s that were included in class
The revolting expression he had on slowly switched to demoralized one. His shoulders dropped along with the rest of his body and I could smell a victory in the air. “You’re still pissed about that?”
It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.
I was so scared and timid I was just hiding in the corner. After I saw Stacey outside she started to run to the door without hesitation and he started to tackle me and started to throw punches. I didn’t want to fight but I had to. So I fought back, It hurt it felt like my eye is broken. But I kept on trying to tell him that I tried to help but I never got out the words.
Yolanda rolled her eyes as she shut the door to her locker. “More like you let yourself get trapped.”
Crashed Course “There are 2 seconds on the clock, Dante Wilson gets the pass goes in for the layup and shoots swish and makes the basket!” “The Chicago Bulls are going to the championships!” “ Good game Wilson.” Said Fred Hoiberg proud coach of the Chicago Bulls. “Thanks, coach” Dante is standing tall and smiling.
Hell. The four lettered word that trembles in the throats of men and children alike; The images of suffering, flame pits and blood, the smell of burning flesh, the shrieking of those who have fallen from grace. For centuries man has sought out ways to cleanse his soul, to repent for his sins and possibly secure his passage into paradise, all evoked by the fear of eternal damnation and pain. The early 20th century philosopher and existentialist writer Jean-Paul Sartre saw life as an endless realm of suffering and a complete void of nothingness. His pessimistic ideals of life followed through to his beliefs on death, as death for him was a final nothingness. If death was a final nothingness, Sartre's view of hell was really a final
The Inferno is a classic novel that tells of Dante’s journey through hell and his rise to purgatory. The book was written by Dante Alighieri as the first part of his Divine Comedy. This trilogy consists of The Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise (heaven). Dante Alighieri’s The Inferno was a literary inspiration that depicts the beliefs of Christianity and the flaws of human nature through the use of Homer’s, Virgil 's, Milton’s, and Shakespeare’s writing styles. In order to understand this book one must first understand Dante Alighieri’s background and time period.
In the movie, From Hell the plot is based around the strategic string of murders of women in a prostitution ring. The success of this movie is accredited to the usage of dramatization, music, and its transitional cut scenes. “From Hell” is an intriguing, suspenseful, thriller that plays off of the audience's perceptions of horror due to their previous patterns of fascination. This movie effectively keeping their interest and builds suspense throughout the movie.