Personal Narrative-Jimin's Existential Crisis

Johnny has always had this perspective his entire life, but it wasn’t nearly as harsh and bitter until the “Socs” beat him to a pulp one afternoon when he was walking home from school. “I had seen Johnny after four Socs got ahold of him, and it wasn’t pretty.” Johnny

1. Throughout the story suspense is aroused and maintained excellently. This is achieved by the character the author creates. Mr. Martin is characterized as a neat and cautious man, who never took a smoke or a drink in his life. Our suspense is aroused when the author states that it has been “a week to the day since Mr. Martin had decided to rub out Mrs. Ulgine Barrows”. This arouses our suspense because we are told Mr. Martin is planning to murder this woman. The suspense is maintained with Mr. Martin’s thoughts. We as an audience are given his thoughts through the use of the 3rd person omniscient point of view. His thoughts are mostly on the issue on his dislike of Mrs. Barrows. Because of this, he

This injury lead to Johnny’s death in the hospital, days later. Since Ponyboy had also gone into the burning church with Johnny, he had many burns, cuts, and bruises, but nothing near as bad as what Johnny had suffered. Ponyboy was shocked when Johnny died. He was sad but he made himself believe that Johnny wasn’t

And they had a blade… they were gonna beat me up… ” (Hinton 57). It was the middle of the night, and a group of Socs had come to jump Ponyboy and Johnny. When one of the Socs, Bob, was drowning Ponyboy in a fountain, Johnny had to make the impossible and important decision to kill Bob and save Ponyboy from drowning to death. Afterwards, Johnny was really shaken up, but his true intentions behind the action showed through when Ponyboy and Johnny were trying to make sense of the situation that they were in.

He was as white as a ghost and his eyes were wild looking, like eyes on an animal in a trap.” (page 54). This obviously meant that he was sure that the Socs were going to jump him and Pony. My topic sentence relates to this because Johnny was only scared after the Socs arrived. After they came they started on Ponyboy, by trying to drown him.

Fletcher, a suspect for the murder of Adam, asks Avery if she would go on the hike with him to see if he can remember any important details. When they get there, Fletcher starts sweating and breathing heavily. Deep in the forest, Fletcher continues to talk about “they”. He says that “they” killed Adam, and “they” were there when someone broke into broke in. Towards the end of the trail, Fletcher tells Avery that he killed Adam. The NEFARIOUS boy, brought her this far off of the trail, to where she can’t escape him.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

He tried to turn to face the pigged faced lady, but he couldn’t. He screamed and hollered for his dad,nothing, again, again, still nothing. He realized that he was on his own, the lady stepped closer and closer while she laughed. Martin was forced to wobble into the corner of the tiny elevator. He was at a loss of what he could do to protect himself, then a light bulb went off in his head.

Johnny swung and thrashed violently trying to give himself room as he had become the living epicenter of a sea of dead that was building up around him like rings on a tree. He managed to knock some of them back, giving himself a small amount of room to run. He drew them away from the Black Beast as he used the hard metallic object he held in his hand as a cudgel, cracking it off zombies heads like a brick. In his other hand was one of his pistols and he took aim shooting the closest zombies. A few dropped lifelessly to the ground, but for everyone he took out several more took their place at the dinner table. Johnny quickly ran out of rounds in the magazine, the slide going to lock-back exposing the gun’s barrel. The dead closed in for the kill. Johnny drove himself into them, drawing them even further away from the Black Beast. Waves of blackness were coming over him now. Not having the strength to continue, his legs buckled and he fell to one knee. “Come and get me, you bastards!” he shouted with his last lungful of air. V.Q. screamed “NOOOO!” as he stared helplessly out the window of the Black

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As they tried to relax at the park they watch as a blue Mustang full of Socs approaches them. Ponyboy and Johnny plan to run away but are too late, and watch five drunk Socs come out of the Mustang. As they surround Ponyboy, he tries to make a run for it but is pulled back and dunked into a fountain. Ponyboy tried pulling away and out of the fountain but the arm around his neck was too strong. Ponyboy starts to drown and again tries to fight back, knowing he couldn't a red haze filled his mind and he is slowly relaxing. Afterwards he is laying in the floor gasping for air and coughing out water. After a moment of silence Johnny speaks up saying that he killed Bob, the handsome Soc. Worried they begin to think the cops are already on their way

The men in the booth behind him started to talk after they had received their drinks. John was having a hard time trying not to listen in on the conversation that the two men were having. He was drifting in and out the conversation and some of the things he heard were unusual. One mentioned something about some sort of chemicals and blowing everything up. John knew he had to report what he had just heard, and he also knew that thousands of lives depended on it. Now John had to decide on whether or not to get up and leave his booth risking being noticed by these men. He had made his decision, John had to leave. He slinked out of the safety of his seat and carefully made his way past the two menacing men. “HEY!” yelled one of the men. They had just realised where John had come from. They scrambled out of their booth and chased him out of the restaurant and down the street. John ran as fast as a cheetah chasing its prey, terror gripped him like a vice. He could hear the two men getting closer, their rasping breathing was just behind him. He had to think quickly, how could he elude them? He nearly slipped over as he turned a corner. John felt like he just died inside because he now faced a dead end. He ran down the alley way looking desperately for somewhere to hide, but there was nothing. The two men grabbed him and threw him up against a wall, one of the men whispered in his ear, “No eves dropping,” before hitting him over and over. John could feel his vison fading as he sponged punches but stayed

Jaeden ran through the forest panting and sweating, fleeing for his life. His knees were gory, stained by fresh blood and covered in cuts and scrapes caused from the thick, tall grass that whipped against his pacing legs. His face had swelled up, whacked by branches and leaves that left awfully irritating scratches in their wake. His dark umber eyes widened with fear and he could feel every heartbeat pounding in his chest faster and faster. He stopped to catch his uneasy breath. As he looked back, he could see a man limping closer and closer. A man with a white, rubber mask that covered his face. He was dressed in a worn out cotton tank top and sagging jeans and was creeping forward. The man chuckled as Jaeden nervously scurried backwards. Slowly, his chuckle transitioned into the devilish laugh of a mad man. Then with one swoop, the man struck a knife through Jaeden...

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

He shifted a little and said, “I’m Ace Jackson and I moved here from New York. And I particularly despise clingy people, so don’t bother me, Thanks.” His deep velvet-like voice rang and washed my thoughts. He had this inscrutable demeanor that intimidated me a bit. This particular person aroused my curiosity like no one ever did. But, deep down I knew that I have to keep as much distance possible from him. His eyes found mine when I was studying his face for answers. He moved away his eyes and strutted towards the back, where a seat was empty. He dumped his bag and sat down. I turned my head in the front, trying my best to just forget him. I had drifted so much in the flow of drawing, which I didn’t even realize that Mr. Brown was calling my name. I stood up and said, “I am sorry, how can I help you?” He said with a smile, “Ms. Martin, I want you too brief Mr. Jackson about the essentials after class.” Dread overtook my mind. I stuttered, “Yeah, sure.” I sat down after that. Something about this particular person made me frozen in my seat. His eyes hold an unsolved