For nearly two years I had a brick in my life, but somehow I couldn 't tell that he was holding me back. Eventually, I realized what I needed to do. I felt like I was at the bottom of the ocean. So, I cut the brick loose and swam back up for fresh air. To everyone Alex was just an average person. He looked like every fifteen year old boy: scraggly, scrawny, and chicken legged. He had curly, dark brown hair and eyes like emeralds. He had a big nose, but it was cute in a strange way, and bushy eyebrows that drew attention to his stunning eyes. His thin lips hid his toothy smile, and the one tooth that was nicknamed "Fang." Like most boys his age, his face was littered with countless pimples and zits. His ears were too large for him but …show more content…
After work he 'd call again and make me detail my entire day for him. He needed to know who I talked to, what we talked about, what I ate, and where I went. I didn 't get to go out with friends, because, as far as he knew I didn 't have any. My life was a big lie. I 'd talk to someone I wasn 't supposed to talk to and when Alex confronted me about it, I 'd lie. One lie led to another and then eventually I had so many lies that I couldn 't keep them straight. I don 't know how many times we argued because I 'd say something one day and then something else the next. I was miserable. We were so determined to make the relationship work, it was pathetic. Everyone could tell how controlling Alex was, but I couldn 't. Junior year started and nothing changed- well, almost nothing. Over the last year, Danielle and I had become close friends, and she was trying to make me see how much better off I 'd be without Alex holding me down. I 'd always deny that anything had to be done, and kept insisting that I was in love with him. That seemed to be my excuse for holding on. I went through all the motions like a machine doing a tedious job. We still talked every day and night, and I still had to adhere to his provisions. My lies were in a giant ball now, I couldn 't tell where one started and the other ended. The relationship was falling apart. I recall our conversation one September night. I had assured Alex that I was being faithful and that I loved him
I really admire the character of Alex because he is very courageous and intelligent. At the beginning of the book, Alex wanted to find out if the story about his uncle getting in a car accident was true or not, so he went to the auto wreckage center nearest his house to search for the car. Once he had been searching a lot for the vehicle, he ended up finding it to see it in perfect condition except for bullet holes in the windshield (p. 19). He heard people coming, so he hid inside the car. Then a big crane picked the car up and starting smashing it in a machine, with Alex still inside! After all the struggling, he managed to get out of the car just before it went through the part of the machine that totally crushes the car into a cylinder (p. 24). I felt pretty bad for Alex. It must have been hard for him to have to go through a really brutal training camp for something he didn’t even want to do, especially since he had just lost his last family member. He had no idea what was going to happen to him
They all cared for one another. “I noticed he was crying. That frightened me. He wasn’t planning on being gone all that long; I figured he wouldn’t be crying unless he intended to take some big risks and knew he might not be coming back. That’s when I started having a bad feeling that we wouldn’t ever see Alex again.”
As he grew up to become a writer, we see pain in the story he tells. “I loved those books, but I also knew that love had only one purpose. I was trying to save my life” (pg.18). Alexie wanted to be someone greater than what others expected him to be. People would put him down constantly, but he fought back just as much. He tried to save himself from the stereotypes of being just another dumb Indian. He had more determination to prove others wrong when it came too exceeding in reading to further excel in his daily life.
Alex then tries to combat that and say that there was no form of communication between the two of them about
Alex Martin aka Al whose an african american male who’s 6’1’’,dark brown hair, and allergic to peanut butter has spent the last 9 years in jail.Al went to jail because he robbed a bank.Al’s first impression on the people he first seen when he got out of jail was he didn't care about anyone but himself.When Al seen his mother the first thing she said was how did you get that scar on your face.Al told his mother in his deep voice that he got into a fight with another inmate about who get’s to sleep on the top bunk,and he pulled a knife on him and sliced the side of his face.Alex told his mother he was going to get a job as a mechanic.Al’s dad walked inside his home stumbling and knocking things over.Al was tired of seeing his dad always drunk
I couldn’t happen, but notice the terrible disagreement you engaged in with your dearest lover Allie. The way you two were talking to each other and the words that were exchanged appeared to be a huge conflict. To begin, the first problem you seem to have is relationship dissolution. Relationship dissolution is the breaking or dissolving of the bonds that hold the relationship together. A huge reason behind this may be because you are very verbally abusive. When you called Allie names such as “pain in the ass” it did not help, but make the conflict worse. Instead of calling Allie names you should seek to engage in more productive communication such as, not using vulgar words or explaining the issue is a more appropriate manner. In addition,
While reading this book, I got most involved when the author would talk about “Alex” and all the many emotions he felt while living his new life driven on impulse.
Alexie begins his story by utilizing pathos when he describes his experience of being able to read growing up and the obstacles he faced at the Indian reservation. He stirs emotions, such as sympathy and anger, in his audience when he notes "A little Indian
Justin and I continued to stay mute with one another which made me happy and sad at the same time. My emotions the past few weeks have been completely jumbled up; it was getting harder to straighten them out, too. The thought of explaining all of this mess to Justin was, to be quite frank, terrifying. How do you explain you 're fake dating somebody they hate for the benefit of something not even working as of right now? No idea.
Whilst in treatment, I came to discover that my feelings of hatred towards Alex was because I didn’t fully comprehend the subject of suicide and depression. In the book “Beauty For Ashes,” it explains that staying in bondage is pretty much the last thing a person would want to be in. “I do not want to suffer anymore, but I will do so rather than stay in bondage. As long as I am in bondage, I am suffering anyway, but it is a type of suffering that has no end (Meyer, 203).” I was a slave to sadness, and regret, pain, sorrow, grief and any other negative emotion there is. I was in bondage with negativity. I hadn’t realized how much suffering I was
With limbs elongated, curvature bending, claws extending from fingertips; pelt shaded like akin to the eve with green irises and dilated pupils fit to contrast, ears flicked with alertness, and a stark musculature lining his body. Yes, his form then was quite the sight, yet, it still burdened him so, for, despite the immense power Varien insisted he encompassed, Alex was an outcast in Varien's pack, and thus, he aligned with avoidance. Keeping to himself, he oft withdrew from pack meetings to Varien's
In He’s Not Broken—He’s Alex, the parents discuss the life that they pictured for their son and their struggles to overcome
In his environment Alex does not represent a stereotype of Modern Youth. Unlike his droogs he has significant intellectual and artistic potential. He is smart and calculating and indulges himself with vivid poetic visions through classical music, the height of which is represented by Ludwig van Beethoven. He is an artistic self confined in an environment that severs him from self-expression and self-definition. His artforms and mediums of expression become vandalism, rape, and ultra-violence. In his unrestricted state Alex is truly a-lex, outside the law.
This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.
For months everything was perfect just like most relationships, we weren’t fully comfortable, we didn’t argue, we didn’t have a lack of trust. It was absolutely perfect. Once we came to about 6 months he left for the first time, and it broke my heart. We had our space, worked things out and eventually got back together. After a couple more months of being okay, he left again. Once again we gave each other space, worked through it and got back together. After finally working everything out i had a concern of a girl he was around and had been talking to. He had promised that it was nothing and that they were just childhood friends, i believed him at first until it started to become more frequent. After fighting about that many times, he ended up leaving, and that third time had me absolutely shattered from the inside, out. I had a very low self esteem, and couldn’t find it in myself to stay healthy and happy. I let myself fall through very deep cracks, and wasn’t sure how I would back out.