When the club opens at eight, it's almost unrecognisable. Two large men dressed in black suits guard the entrance, they seem friendly enough, but I'm told they have a mean streak when provoked. Two blonde twin girls sit in the kiosk, waiting to sell tickets and collect coats. A sea of people, a variety of shapes and sizes, fill the once empty room to capacity.
Derrick, the angry barman, remains behind the bar accompanied by two companions; another man, and a woman. Even though all three wear the same uniform, they're entirely different to one another.
The tiny built woman, with her already pale complexion, appears even paler under her mop of black hair and black painted features. She seems friendly enough as she converses with others, …show more content…
A kaleidoscope of butterflies invades my stomach the moment he turns his face towards me, our noses touching. I gaze through my lashes, straight into the ocean pools, where I become lost to the world as I allow myself become enthralled by Angelo’s magic. He brushes his lips against my ear, caressing the softness of my skin while his hot breath flows down my neck. “Frankie will introduce you soon. Are you going to sing that song for me again?”
My heart flutters like a hummingbird in my chest, my breath becomes heavy, making me dizzy almost. My eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in this moment with Angelo.
All too soon I hear my name being called, freeing me from captivity. I snap my eyes open to see Frankie standing on the stage, holding his hand out towards me. I turn to face Angelo, who gazes at me with sensual eyes. The hummingbird in my chest beats her wings harder, desperately searching for a way out. I have to turn away quickly before I accept the invitation to fall into his arms and kiss him in front of Alice.
The crowd parts, allowing me access towards the stage. As I did earlier, I hold onto the rail as I ascend the four steps, my body quivers, my breath becomes ragged. My heartbeat continues to race, but no longer because of Angelo's advances. Now, I have a crowd of strangers to entertain, a far more terrifying prospect than earlier, only singing for Angelo.
Frankie waits beside the microphone, gazing back
His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.
Yes. At my high school, I’ve participated in the Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps (JROTC) course as well as been a part of the CyberPatriot and Academic Bowl teams offered by the organization. Unfortunately, I could only spend two years of my high school career in that organization due to the lack of schedule space. I’ve also been a part of the International and National Honor Society clubs. The International Club was a club of students that helped to promote and express the different cultures at my school. As for the National Honor Society, we’ve helped the community by completing service projects, such as the Ronald McDonald House t-shirt sale and the Relay for Life event. In terms of school teams, I was a member of the Scholastic Competition
High school is possibly the hardest four years of a teenager’s life. Teens are constantly being pre-labeled and prejudged before they even know who they are. These are called stereotypes and they’re made to divide people based on who others believe they are or should be. This becomes a main theme in the movie The Breakfast Club. John Hughes, the director, succeeds at breaking down stereotypes in The Breakfast Club by finding a common denominator between the five main characters which makes them realize they share many feelings and problems.
A child’s cry rings out. As my eyes light up, a soft skinned, blond haired angel is carefully placed in my cradled arms. As he coos softly, latching onto my finger, I begin to fall in love. His bright blue eyes open, staring at me with nothing but pure love and wonder. I clutch him to my chest, vowing to never let anything hurt him.
(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )
After analyzing the classic movie, The Breakfast Club it is safe to say that the characters in the movie got a little more out of detention than they were thinking. When the five characters, who are very much different from each other, all found out they were going to be forced to spend their Saturday together writing an 1000 word essay on “who [they] think they are”, you can imagine their initial reaction. Little did they know that spending the day all together would allow them to better understand their identity and sense of self as well as further understand the importance of adolescence; the time between childhood and adulthood.
Massie- Massie is a rich 7th grader that really isn't that nice of a person. She only is nice to her posse and does not include anyone else into her little clique. Massie is the leader of her social group.”Kristen: Do we like her? Massie: No!”(41) This shows that Massie is the leader because her friends do whatever she says. Massie one day basically decides that Claire, the new girl in town, will be her target. She will embarrass her and torture her and do whatever she wants to her because Claire has no friends yet and isn't really the typical girl around all these rich girls. Massie thinks that she isn't hurting Claire enough and she isn't getting any reaction out of Claire really so Maisie gets her friends to tear her down
After a moment of gawking he shifted his eyes back to the sky. He was lying on the ground with his hand behind his head, almost content with the world, he couldn’t be sure, but this had to be the closes he would ever felt to really happiness, sure he was pleased and proud when he or asserted his power, but more over he was angry, not at anything in particular, just angry, Feli was laying the opposite way, his head right next to Luciano’s talking a mile a minute and giggling often, Luciano didn’t have to say much to get the other laughing. What surprised him the most were the small smiles of his own that would tug at his lips at Feliciano’s actions. These dream visits, the both concluded they were, had been happening for several months almost a year. Rolling over onto his stomach Feliciano looked down into the beautiful magenta
Azairah easily melted into him. It was the first time another human being had ever made her feel this way and it startled her, excited her and the selfish desires in her heart only wanted more. Her eyes closed as his lips embraced hers. Azairah kept her eyes closed, not that she could open them. The exulting, overpowering ecstasy of their first kiss that filled her core allowed her not to open her eyes but instead to stay there in his arms and let the moment soak into her. It was a rush and as he spoke against her lips, kissing between each word, he still managed a way to make her smile. "You're doing quite well for someone who hasn't kissed a woman in while so he claims," she said, not helping but to tease him as he'd teased her. "Hmm? What's this?" she spoke again through his words and affections. Azairah's dreamy eyes opened slowly. "And exactly how long have you wanted to kiss me, Kyle?" The sudden obnoxious applause pulled her back into their reality but swiftly Kyle moved with her, returning to their table. "Trust me... I know you won't betray me, love. You know what I could do if you did," she said cupping his cheek with one of her warm hands. Though before she could say anymore Kyle was on her
John Hughes’ films. Almost all of the characteristics and themes she has described in the article: suburban setting, vague social concerns, high school cliques, uncaring parents, characters wearing the latest fashions and top 40 soundtrack music have been proven true in The Breakfast Club.
Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.
Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.
"Miss Angelina, we must depart, I'm sure your chase has drawn some attention to your cause." Florence was one of the few girls that I could stand the company of - and on a rare occasion of desperation she'd help hold down men so I could do my duty. Once she'd gotten curious enough to pick up a knife herself - but then she saw the cold eyes of a merciless man, and she threw it back towards me. She was a sweet and innocent girl before she had met me, and I suppose in comparison to myself - she still
Every single reverie I’d had of him since the second we'd met comes in giant waves, crashing agains the walls of my mind, but the reality, this kiss, blows each and every one of them out of the water. Absolutely nothing could compare to this all-consuming, earth shattering, utterly remarkable kiss. I feel incredibly out-matched and the timid Cordelia who’s taken hold of me contemplates just how much practice he’s had doing this, but I ignore her and focus on his