My stay at the island has been a disaster. I hate this place! I just don't think this place is for me, but it's good to stay away from all the people who don't care about me. I'm angry because they sent me here, being in jail would have been a better choice for me.
The day was almost over when I thought of burning the shelter down, and I found some matches and some stove oil to get the shelter on fire. I realized that the atoow that Garvey gave me wasn't burnt. The day went by really slow. I had nothing better to do here, but it would have been the same if i was in jail, too.
I was about to do something, when I saw this white figure pass, I turned around and saw this huge, white, ghost-like bear. I tried to scare it away but it wasn't afraid of me. I wanted to kill it. It disappeared and I knew it would come back so I had to be ready and kill that coward! Everything and everyone is afraid of me, and this bear better be afraid, or else I'll give it what I've got, which is killing it!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sent To A Remote Island
Getting into a lot of trouble was my thing. I've been arrested many times and gotten into many issues in school. My latest arrest was when I broke into the Hardware Store. After I robbed that place, I threw all the items down, and trashed the place. I thought that I would get caught when the police investigated the place, but gladly, I didn't.
I made the wrong choice of bragging about the break-in at school, and some kid ratted about me, and the police came to question me. I didn't want to say that it was me, so I denied. I was so angry, and my impulse was getting stronger, and I couldn't control it. Peter Driscal was the boy who told on me, he is a skinny-red haired boy that is a ninth grader. I met him in the hallway and told him that he was a dead man. Of course, after school, I cornered him outside the parking lot, and gave him hell.
I'd rather be dead than living in a hell hole. Everyone in the city, including my parents, wouldn't mind if I live or die. I just want to get out away from everyone's sight, and live my life, the way I want to live it. Who cares if I die?
I made the wrong choice of bragging about the break-in at school, and some kid ratted about me, and the police came to question me. I didn't want to say that it was me, so I denied. I was so angry, and my impulse was getting stronger, and I couldn't control it. Peter Driscal was the boy who told on me, he is a skinny-red haired boy that is a ninth grader. I met him in the hallway and told him that he was a dead man. Of course, after school, I cornered him outside the parking lot, and gave him hell.
I'd rather be dead than living in a hell hole. Everyone in the city, including my parents, wouldn't mind if I live or die. I just want to get out away from everyone's sight, and live my life, the way I want to live it. Who cares if I die?
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