I repeated it at the top of my lungs when I had to make sprawling save for the upper corner of the goal. As I threw the ball back into play, I yelled at Sean, my not-so-bright sweeper, with fiery words that would make a sailor blush. I bent down putting my hands on my knees in a futile effort to regain my sense of time and space. I was dehydrated. I looked around, desperately trying to find a yellow shirt.
I turn back to the forest and sprint hard for the lake. It’s only fifty feet away when I feel myself falling. I twist my head back and see my feet are entwined in a dense cluster of vines. I desperately thrust and slash my knife at the vines, trying to free myself, when I feel the first sting. Then another.
My eyes flood with tears, enough to fill an ocean. But still, I’m staying strong. They’ve taken my father away; he went behind the forests green walls. “Right kid, tell us where they are, tell us where or your father – dead.” My eyes are bright and filled with terror. I can’t help it, but I’m staying silent.
Sneezing and loud barking interrupts my prayers and I hear the soldiers shout something in a foreign language, that I don’t understand, and march away. We stay frozen until we are sure that the Nazi soldiers are gone. As we get out of the hiding place I scrape my arm, once again on the very same pebble. Darn, I think to myself as I inspect the scratch that is on my elbow. Well, it is not that bad.
Imelda Daniel Mooneyham/3 September 28, 2012 Character is usually reflected by the way one reacts or acts upon a certain situation. Pride and ignorance can affect ones fate and get them into sticky situations, where instinct may become the best choice. With no imagination and miles of snow, one can lose patience and end up giving in just as the man did in “To build a fire” by Jack London. The man was so sure he could survive the extraordinary temperatures of Alaska, but ends up dead at the story’s end. The man was also warned at the beginning of the story, that when it gets too cold, one must be accompanied with a partner.
They lunged towards me and landed on top of me, knocking my gun out of my hand. It was the enemy; he got up and grabbed his gun. I struggled to get mine, so kicked him in the shin hoping it would delay him getting to his weapon. He stumbled past his weapon as I managed to grab mine. There was no way to get out of this position, it was a kill or be killed situation.
I hit my brakes and cut the wheel hard right across the right lane of traffic and into the emergency lane by just a little bit. Trying to stay on the road I cut back hard left and that’s when the road turned sideways on me. All I heard was tire squeal and all I could see was the right hand side about half way down the straight truck. Within an instant the tires caught and the only way they could pull me was into and partially underneath the truck, and the rear axle was coming fast at my left side. Panicked but without any options to correct the matter I tried to hold on.
My Father, My Mother, and I ran across the lifeless plains, for our last ‘chance’. It was a path away from the fields being suffocated by weeds engulfed by towering trees. This ‘chance’ that we were risking everything for was in reality uncertainty and desperation forced onto a damaged boat, for the possibility of a sanctuary
I walked into the darkness and again I saw this white ape-like creature. Only this time it was different, they were chasing me with weapons. What looked like a spear was a big stick with a sharpened edge. I pulled out a match and lit a quick fire using a tree. The Morlocks were frightened but the fire only held them off for so long.
It was so bad that I dropped my Supreme shovel, but Perseus was quick to react. He grabbed my shovel and started a brawl with Theseus. When I saw Perseus was starting to struggle, I transformed into a gorilla. I was able to get behind Theseus without him noticing. I began sprinting at him.