The readied their ammunition and waited for the vehicle to drive by. Just as the car drove past them, they pummeled it with snowballs. Annie states, “Often, of course, we hit our target, but this time, the only time in all of life, the car pulled over and stopped. Its wide black door opened; a man got out of it, running. He didn’t even close the car door.” (Dillard, 100) The children were terrified and they began to run in different directions, but the man ran after them.
They drive their parents cars while cruising for chicks and drinking cheap booze. They, in the preoccupation with cultivating a bad boy image, desperately desire to outgrow what they consider weakness, but is in fact, their own humanity, and their only hope for achieving adulthood. In the horrible experiences at Greasy Lake, the antagonist is pitted against the lake in physical struggles to navigate the muck and vegetation of the semi-wilderness, and struggles in the psychological sense
We piled in all the help we could get into my car and split towards camp-forced to take the long way. Everything was all happening at once as I tried to make sense of it all peeking into my rear view mirror at the chaos going on behind me while keeping control of my car on the small winding trail. Directions were being shouted, a girl was crying, one was praying and one was still trying to get the girl to come to. As wetore down the last mile on the drag the girl’s heart stopped. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that this was happening.
The time I remember most about getting someone in trouble was around the time of starting my seventh grade year. My friend Mikey and I were riding his four-wheeler up and down the roads and threw the woods. We were just trying to have an all-around good time. Then, all of a sudden, it began to rain. Well, we kept riding and acting crazy like usual, until I ran smack into a gigantic fence post.
Forrest obviously didn't know how to react and just stood still as if he was paralyzed, waiting for what would happen next. Jenny gives him a solution by telling him to run away. Forrest starts running and escapes the kids. Through this incident, he notices for the first time (if also only subconsciously) that running away is a good solution to escape dangerous situations. In one scene - he is already in college - he is again running away from men chasing him and by accident he gets on a football field.
The two children believe, from much observation of the strange happenings around the house, that it’s actually a monster waiting for its chance to strike. Mr. Nebbercracker’s strange behavior only intensifies their theory. After an unfortunate event where Chowder’s new basketball ends up in Nebbercracker’s yard, DJ is brave enough to try and get it back. He narrowly escapes as he ends up being chased around the yard by Nebbercracker, who is surprisingly agile for someone so old, but ends up sending him to the hospital because of a heart attack. With Nebbercracker gone and Halloween getting ever closer, DJ and Chowder decide that the house is going to have an early Thanksgiving dinner – with Trick or Treaters as all courses!
I picked all my friends up trying to showing off. However it didn’t take long for it to be clear I had no clue what I was doing; I hit a mailbox making a wide turn and really was a threat to any one on the road at that time. Upon attempting to drop my friends off I made a wide turn hitting the gas, hitting a car coming out of the neighborhood and doing damage to both cars. After hitting the car it set off wide spread panic between me and my friends. The old lady I hit was not taking any chances and called the police.
It was a long stretch to the other side of the field, as I rushed like lightning towards my target. Two defenders are at my side, but I’m quick to evade and dash full force towards my approaching victory. I shoot the ball, which flies like an eagle swooping in on prey from above, into the bottom left corner of the goal. As I run off the field and jump in my car to go home, I think about the complexity of my essay on “Athletic People vs. Non-Athletic People”, and how John Doe, my non-athletic friend, completed his essay two days ago. This is just one incident of how strenuous an athlete’s life is compared to a non-athlete’s.
In my mirrors I saw the police officer’s lights coming and slammed on the brakes. At those speeds slamming on the brakes ripped my brake pads off and scored the rotors. I pulled into Pony Express gas station and called my friends to come watch because I thought I was going to lose my license for sure. He approaches the windows and says, “Do you know what the speed limit is?” I reply, “No, why?” Then the officer screams, “Well it’s damn sure not 120!” I had to sit in the police car for like 20
I made a turn at full speed and I fell. Everything was going in slow motion in my head and when my knee hit the cement and I felt the sting that was when everything came back to reality. I started screaming and grandpa was frightened I might have a broken something so he ran into the house with me in his arms and called my grandma for help. They were both scared but my grandma worked up to grab the peroxide and alcohol and I cried even more pleading to my grandpa not to put it on my cut