My face hardens and my entire body grows tense. “Yeah.” Flich shakes his head, his expression hard as well. “My mother was killed by a demon when I was young. People in here; they don’t understand what it’s like out there. They think there’s justice and order, but there’s not. Not for humans.”
The story Freedom Walkers talks about how racism was bad back then and how African Americans were treated poorly i feel like why would someone treat somebody bad just because of the color or nationality it’s rude how people talk about you just because that’s how you look. Also in the story it talked about how African Americans had to be in the back and whites in the front now to me that is cruel and anybody should sit where they wanna sit not where someone else wanted them to sit. In the story it stated that black people had to take a test but whites didn’t and even if the blacks were so smart and intelligent it didn’t matter they didn’t pass because the white people rigged the test so that they wouldn’t pass if you have the ability to be
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Walker snarls, using his arm as a barricade to keep Spencer against the wall. Eleanor stands back with Delta, one arm wrapped securely around her. Logan gave off some bullshit explanation as to what just went down before ushering everyone away from the more public area. Logan stands at the back of the group, leaving Walker to deal with the idiot. Walker seem to be more than capable of dealing with Spencer. “Answer me!” he yells.
Estelle Wilson awakens just moments before the soft hue of dawn breaks outside her bedroom window. Her mouth taste of copper, her heart pounding into her ribs. The pain in her temples throbs along to the beat of her erratic heart. Trembling hands move to smooth the damp strands of brown hair away from her face. She stumbles from the tangled mass of sheets towards the open window. Pale fingers cling to the window frame as she gulps in fresh air. Breathing deeply, she tries to dismiss the feeling of distress bubbling up in her chest.
I burst through the surface of the freezing water and unlike the last time, I don’t gasp desperately for air with my arms wildly trying to keep me above the drowning threat. I’m calm and I easily swim with a coughing Skye in my arms. That wasn’t as horrible as I remember it. The little girl doesn’t seem to agree with my opinion as she coarsely coughs and hakes up water from her lungs. She shivers violently in my arms and her eyes are widen with fear. I don’t blame her. She’s just a little girl. She could have easily died.
Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.
The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking
A sudden emptiness seemed to flow from the sweltering air and into our thoughts. The drive back from New York felt hauntingly isolated. Uncomfortable silence filled the yellow car. The silence was only to be broken by warm air whistling as Daisy’s white dress swooshed around through the gentle breeze.
“Willa Tomlinson,” Logan reads aloud, and beside Eleanor, Walker tenses. Eleanor sends him a questioning
It was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.
An immense pressure bore in her head as she slowly awoke from her midday slumber, her daydreams slowly fading away from her mind. Reality sunk in, and she found herself awake. Dim light shone through the windows and it pierced her eyes, worse than a thousand needles ever could. Her mental screams sounded that of countless condemned souls, shrieking for life