To Kill A Mockingbird Chapter 1 Dialectical Journal

Zach helped Indigo pack the car up. As the last box was placed into the trunk of the car, Indigo took the boy aside.

Eugene took the spy glass in hand. “Yep. They are looking up here sure enough. Some of them are rushing to their snowmobiles. They plan on coming up here ASAP.” Luke bent forward and brushed the snow off the snowmobile seat. Eugene did the same. “We have to get the hell out of here and now. When we get to the top of the ridge, call your dad on the walkie and tell him to have Walter get the plane ready to fly out. Tell him the rangers know we are here and are after us.”

He took off from the scene of the accident as Luke's father yelled for him to stop. He drove to his house and asked his own father what to do about running the child over.

Troy and Ray snickered as she scooted into the front seat. Ray eyed the front seat before climbing into the back.

“EVERYONE ON THE GROUND NOW!” Bob screamed to all the civilians, “NO ONE TALKS, NO ONE GETS HURT!”

Now, Hannah was entirely unsure of her partner-in-crime’s sexual preferences, it had never been important to killing so it had never been discussed, so she knew that simply asking would be a good way to end their professional relationship as quick as it began. Instead, Hannah would have to employ some sort of subtlety, a trait which was not one of Hannah’s skills.

The woman was one sexy bitch, and he was certain she'd be even more wild when they were alone. "Hot enough to have you dripping already?" Adam arched a brow, and briefly slipped his hand under her dress, between her legs, as if seeking the answer to his query before he withdrew his touch and pirouetted to shoot a grin and thumbs-up at his friends. When they returned the gestures, he finished his beer, placed the empty glass on the counter, stepped from his stool, and refocused on Claire. "Let's go, before I bend you over the bar, and fuck you right here. Got a car?"

Mr. Shiftlet had to move a few things around before he came across a tire iron and rusty old jack in the trunk of the car. The tools quickly became slicked with rain, and tough to manipulate with just one arm. Trucks swished past him on the highway, their headlamps newly lit and glinting in the spreading darkness. One of them honked at him, then swerved to a halt not forty yards beyond. A fat man climbed down from the cab and walked back.

Luke rested his head in his hands and fixed his gaze towards the window. Jaylee laid her arms on the table and sighed. She was worried about him. This was the second time she had seen him with a black eye, and she didn't know how to react. He had already snapped at her once, and she didn't want him to snap at her again. Luke hadn't meant to snap on her, he was just highly annoyed and pissed off at that moment.

At Walgreens, he pulled into its lot stationing himself several spots between a few of the other vehicles who were resting there waiting for their owners return. He then put the Dodge in park debating whether he should even shut it off. Things had been all aces for him for most of the morning leading up to this point and he didn’t want to push his luck with the pile of crap giving him trouble when he came back

Carefully, she strapped him into his car seat, remembering the incident that had forced them off the road, walked around to the other side of the Navigator, opened the back passenger door, and climbed into the seat next to Lucas. Jared glared at her from the rearview mirror.

“What happened, Scarlett?” Seamus was in his car, with Parker and Devon right behind him.

CJ and I laughed so hard our chests hurt. Once we finally got control of ourselves, we headed down to where Luke was. “You okay?” I questioned. He nodded to say yes and started walking up the hill to where his sled was.

“I’m sorry sir, the car radio is broken and there’s no signal out here, we’ll have to wait for the next bus to come out.” Said the driver.

“Michael?” he called to the pale, stiff body he'd pulled from the ice. When there was no response, he dragged him towards the snowmobile and placed him awkwardly on the cart, driving from the cracking ice to safety.