Essay

"Ow!" I yelp in pain. My knuckles throbbed, Matt ran quickly to my side. It was obvious he wasn't as far away as I thought.

Sally Dingo the author of Ernie Dingo the King of the Kids, positions us as we read through the book for us to feel almost we had known him all through his life, and that we are like mates toward him. we may feel sympathy for one of their beloved family member dies or admiration for Ernie’s sporting talents in basketball, he was usually called ‘show pony’.

I’m trying to help find Jillian as well. I just need to talk to a friend again.

“Oh,” Castiel smiled and she could almost see him puffing up his chest a little as he wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head on his chest. “Well I’m glad.”

“It is not yet daybreak… after I fall asleep, you can get up.” His presence was comforting, the scent of him, assuring, his arms strong and virile as they held me near.

“Take her over to the cot,” she told Chris, and he followed orders. He rolled me near the cot, and helped me stand up. I put all my focus toward my legs so they didn’t spill out from under me, and willed them to move toward the cot, and settle myself back down. The nurse handed the medicine to me, and I quickly took it, and drained the water bottle within what felt like two seconds. My head was constantly throbbing, but it was better than the feeling that I was getting beat up by other band geeks. The phone rang, and the nurse picked it up.

His head felt like it was going to split. He wanted to scream for help. Do what, Matt? He couldn't stop. Couldn't Matt see it?

“She slept pretty well last night too. Like a rock. For the first time in weeks she didn't have a nightmare.”

"Five more minutes of pain, and a lifetime of happiness," he whispered and kissed her forehead, glistening with beads of sweat. The pit of fear in her stomach crept up again and she was unable to subdue it any longer.

Matt did believe him, he had no reason not to, it was just that right now was too much for him. He held tightly onto Foggy’s free hand, almost hard enough to displace something, as he felt his face twist and his throat tighten. In seconds, he was crying.

For the second time tonight Rob felt the blood rush to his cheeks and strangely, just like last time, he realized this was not a bad feeling at all. It was actually quite pleasant. "Goodnight, I know you’re tired, try to get a good-night’s sleep." Rob hugged her awkwardly, turned, and quickly walked to his own

What struck me most looking back now is that something was not right as Matt set up.

Matteo decided to contradict her rules and shatter the window to jump out when a few children stumbled upon the house. This plot propelling choice would lead to many regrets. Forgetting the sediments that lay on the ground, Matt landed in a pile of sharp glass shards, many of them deciding to pierce his feet. He was then taken to the stunning mansion to be cared for, but people started piecing together rather quickly that Matt was a clone. He was stuck in a small room being brutally cared for by Rosa. Matt had disobeyed the one women who truly cared for him and the searing pain in his foot was a constant reminder of the regretted choice. “Matt cried steadily. His grief went on and on. When it lessened, he remembered Celia and started crying again. He looked up with tear-blurred eyes at the little yellow light, and it seemed to waver like a flame.” Unfortunately, many months past before he was saved by his original caretaker and friend

gave matt the life he deserves and not one that makes him feel like he’s an animal.

"Enjoy your nap, sexy..." Daniel slowly made himself comfortable on the couch and just as he settled in a position he liked, Spencer's body slumped into his arms. Daniel, clearly not minding it at all, wrapped his arm over his chest and laid his head back. Dosing off, he could feel the rise and fall of Spencer's chest, so soothing and rythmic all in his hands.