anda were at the Curtis house watching Mickey mouse with the gang. "Hey Paige, anda got a boyfriend yet? Cause if anda don't, I'm always here," Dally berkata with a wink, "Dal, I'm just waiting for the right guy and I'm still waiting." Johnny walked inside quietly and anda felt your palms beginning to sweat and anda began blushing. "Oh I know who you're waiting for," Dally berkata as he grinned at you. "Hey Johnny," the gang all said. "Hey guys, hey Paige," "H-h-i Joh-nny." "Paige could anda come help me with something really quickly outside?" Johnny berkata as he looked down at his feet, "Sure," anda made your way across the room and tripped over one of two-bits bottles and into Johnny's arms. anda couldn't stop blushing and anda both went out on the porch. "What did anda need help with?" "Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you," Johnny was still hold anda and anda felt weak in your knees as anda stood embraced in his arms. "Why don't ya'll just ciuman already!" Two-bit yelled as anda both looked back inside and saw the whole gang watching you, "kiss ciuman kiss!" Steve shouted, "When's the wedding man?" Dally laughed, at that moment anda didn't care what the gang was saying anda slowly stood on your tip toes and anda two shared a ciuman and as anda pulled away anda felt him smiling.
About a week yang lalu I was membaca " The Outsiders " for the millionth time and for the first time had not started to cry but a few pages from the end i burst into tears and took forever to stop. Everytime without fail, I cry when membaca the book.
And i just thought it was amazing that someone could feel so connected to a character atau characters that they get emotional about what happens to them in books. I feel so emotional when membaca about Johnnys short un-happy life and think how unfair it was for him. Not wanted atau appreciated oleh his parents and constantly in fear of what his father would do to him were the thoughts coming to him on his death bed. S.E Hinton is an incredible Authour as her characters are so real and vivid in peoples minds. What are your thoughts?
And i just thought it was amazing that someone could feel so connected to a character atau characters that they get emotional about what happens to them in books. I feel so emotional when membaca about Johnnys short un-happy life and think how unfair it was for him. Not wanted atau appreciated oleh his parents and constantly in fear of what his father would do to him were the thoughts coming to him on his death bed. S.E Hinton is an incredible Authour as her characters are so real and vivid in peoples minds. What are your thoughts?
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
