In the beginning of the book, when Dave talks about when the family was once good, he calls his mom, “Mom”. He later on calls her “Mother” when she becomes abusive. He does this because he became distant from her when the abusive started. He didn’t feel safe referring to her as mom anymore because she wasn’t the nurturing mother that she once was. Before the abuse, Mother would’ve done anything for her family.
He would rape me anytime I said I wasn’t in the mood. After everytime it happened, I blamed myself. I said it was my fault that I wasn’t in the mood and I should be more understanding of his needs. It continued for the entire five years I was with him. I hated it.
A secret I felt like I couldn’t tell anyone because of the fear that if I told my whole family would hate me. I know what a terrible feeling it is to have to hide from the truth. To have the fear of being judged for someone else’s actions. Melinda had to try to turn invisible and ignore people laughing t her. She had to go through the struggle of a home, school, and social life.
He wasn’t going to stop for a long while but luckily, Pheobe cried enough that he finally stopped. After he was done with me, I had to calm Pheobe down because she was still crying. She really was. Then what was even worse, he already knew I was kicked out of Pencey so I couldn’t even try to lie. So the bastard enrolled me into another school, but that didn’t go all well either and I ended up running away.
“You didn’t make the team this year,” are the gut wrenching words that have the power to bring a high school athlete to tears. After reading the team roster posted outside the coaches office and not seeing my name on it. As a freshman, I had always heard the stories of how former players had reacted to the news of being cut, some left school in tears, some tried to beg the coach to give them another chance, some hit a wall and broke their knuckles and most spent the next month in isolation not wanting to face former team mates. It only made the pain worse to see the look of sadness on the faces of your friends. Until it happens to you, it’s hard to imagine the dull and wrenching pain that rushes through your body.
Lilly is the worst student Mr. Mali has ever seen addicted to use the word like. The situation gets really bad when the entire eighth grade began to call her Like Lilly Like Wilson Like. This continued until Mr. Mali made his classroom a Like-Free Zone. Lilly could not talk for days and when she did, she told Mr. Mali that it is so difficult and now she has to think before she says anything. Also, Mr. Mali told Lilly it’s for her own good even if she does not like it.
It's mine. I'm just so angry and sad, all these different emotions running through me all day long. I can't handle it no more. It's all my fault, I do admit it. That moment that Tom Robinson stepped out of that court room and being granted guilty for abusing me, is the day that I knew I would never be the same.
I was surprised at how aggravated I was when I was reading because Hal ad Claire didn’t believe her. Catherine kept this big secret from everyone and when she finally decides to open up and tell them they don’t believe her. I can relate to her and I can understand why she would be so hurt and storm off. I have personally been in many situations like this because all my life people have underestimated me. At one point in time in my life one of my teachers told me that I would never graduate or attend college and that I would most likely be knocked up before my junior year.
In a way Amir is born with guilt, his mother dies during childbirth and Amir is stricken with the guilt of his birth. “I always felt like Baba hated me a little. And why not? After all, I had killed his beloved wife, his beautiful princess, hadn’t I?” This example shows that even as a young child Amir felt guilt and allowed the past to significantly affect his life. Amir felt the reason Baba was always distant and seemed cut off, was because he was torn inside after the death of his beloved wife, which Amir had killed at delivery.
They would fight so bad in front of me that it affected me with my school work, sports and social life. Everything started getting better until the day my mom moved out and I had to choose who I was going to life with. I went to a divorce counselor and lawyer because I was unable to make the decision. I finally spit the time equally, which was not enough for both of them and ended up making them fight even more and putting myself in the middle of it. Finally sophomore year of high school my biggest support system came into my life, my boyfriend and his family.