“She won’t listen to me at all!” Mercy paced around in the girls’ bathroom. “I told her to stay away from them, they’re bad. What does she do? Eats out with them.” “You should be thanking me.” Missy crossed her arms. “Now she knows who they are, and maybe I’ll do a piece on those two and she’ll believe–” “Absolutely not! What you put in your newspaper looked like nothing more than some conspiracy theory bullshit they wouldn’t believe. It accomplished nothing, and, most importantly, could’ve embarrassed them in front of the whole school. Our superiors said to hold off ‘until all four meet each other or a dire situation arises’, whichever comes first.” “The members are in a dire situation. The very things that could corrupt them are breathing …show more content…
“Tell me, Blabbermouth, what would you have done if you were me, hmm?” Missy lowered her head and twiddled her thumbs, yet not one word left her. “Exactly. Those two told me to either let them kill all the members or I lose access to Headquarters, and you know they could take that away from me. I did what I could to protect them. Besides, I have other superior here with me to talk with. Before I forget, there’s something you need to understand.” Mercy came close to Missy and put her hand under Missy’s chin, lifting it up to make eye contact. In a barely audible whisper, she continued. “Just like I have my superiors, you have yours. I am above you, not the other way around. You might be able to dream, but I can wipe them all from your memory and add in my own. I don’t think you know my reputation; everyone who crossed the line never made it back. No exceptions for cute, ditzy humans like yourself.” She roughly let go of her chin and made toward the door in a haste. Mercy never wanted them to go that far, but Missy wasn’t one to comply. Mercy learned in her training days to never shy from putting her foot down, even with the people she became close to. Remembering the last bit, she walked back into her study
You see, Mercy, why I couldn’t write” (pg 47). She makes up her mind and runs to a family whom she has never met, without even writing to them. Once she reaches Connecticut, Kit is disappointed at the first sight of land, “The bleak line of shore surrounding the gray harbor was a disheartening contrast to the shimmering green and white that fringed the turquoise bay of Barbados which was her home.” (Pg 7). Once she reaches her aunt and uncle’s house, it is a huge culture shock for her.
"Have you no sense of decency sir, at long last? Have you left no sense of
"There is no point in fighting us!" Each one shouted, clearly rehearsing it a few times beforehand. "Your precious Peacekeeper will be dead within minutes! Join us and see what wonders await for you outside of these boarders!"
“Well can’t you just ask some of the other chancellors to see if they want to join the whole movement?” Johnny said.
She said:“Get off my back, I don’t want to hear it.” “If you don’t set me free, I would forgive you” Her face was convulsed with
for mercy. “They are my friends,” she pleaded with him. “I had to help them. I
Mercy: Pst! Elizabeth! Over here! (She puts her arms through the bars and motions Elizabeth towards her.) It is me, Mercy! Come here, Elizabeth.
With my last name being O’Connell, it is obvious that my ancestry originates from Ireland. My whole life, I have had hopes to learn more about family’s history, and there is no better way to do so than experiencing the notable Irish landmarks, unique traditions, and diverse population firsthand. I am fascinated by Ireland’s breathtaking cliffs, historic ruins, old churches, and scenic castles, and I am ecstatic to be able to see it with my own eyes. I understand that going abroad is a privilege, but I believe it is an opportunity everyone should seek. Traveling and discovery makes one a more well-rounded individual, and if one never leaves their little corner of the world, they are only going to be familiar with their own culture. The more
I got up and walked to my bedroom door. Reaching my hand forward, I grasped the handle and turned it. I slowly pulled the door, and it opened. On the other side of the door was an empty suitcase. Mom wanted me to pack up to go to New Mexico. Respectfully, I grabbed the case and decided that if I’m going, I at least should be packed up.
I was torn with the joy of getting to speak to my friend and anger of the circumstances. "That's not fair, Watari! I quit a while ago. I got a job that normal people do and doesn't require any brainpower. I pay my rent and do my taxes. I have a boyfriend who cares about me and friends that enjoy being around me. I have a life here. It-It isn't fair to ask me to pick up and leave what I have made for myself, what makes me happy, to fix the mistake you made. You hear me? It's not fair," I hissed through clenched teeth. I was staring down at the countertop.
The chilling wind pierced through my skin like a thousand sharp knives as I walked to the bus stop that morning. I never did remember it being so far; I was walking through a never ending desert of bitter pain; the white, cold snow of the ground reminded of endless sheets of linen that covered every inch of the land beneath me. It was strange yet almost comforting. I opened my eyes differently when I awoke that morning, something felt different; felling different in this case is rare. This town, this very street; I never realized how everything had always been the same in this town.
“Play dumb if you want. I’m going to go meet them, the public is allowed to speak with them until their execution.” Rosie said, running off.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.