Including the explanation that he was running behind schedule (Nathan did not point out that he was wasting even more time explaining this to him) and that Nathan's lack of intelligence was going to get him killed, give or take a few F bombs. Nathan did apologize, but realized this was insufficient since he gave Nathan the finger and reminded him he was a moron and drove off. Chased by other cabs that were honking their horns and giving both of them the finger. Crossing the street this time without incident he stood in front of their building. He noticed his hands were a little clammy and a tiny bead of sweat had formed just a little to the right, under his hair line.
As soon as Mina's eyes stuck on Jongin's, she stood up and grab her bag. She walks toward Jongin with a worried face. It's not about Kris, but how a little lie she gave before could make him believe that there's nothing between her and Kris. Jongin stood in the edge of the front door, he wanted to walk away and just ignoring Mina. He feel the angry and jealousy eat him alive.
Snow crunched under his feet as he trudged home. It was a particularly dead night and not even the moon dared to show his face. He had no car's headlights to light his path. All he had was the occasional street lamp, ... ... middle of paper ... ...n running again. The traffic around him thinned as he closed the distance, and the street became desolate and broken.
Worry was the word of the day for Gavin. Everything that he should have remembered, he didn’t and everything he wanted to remember was starting to fade. He stood at the entrance of the park with the torn picture of him and his mother, thumbing the torn edge to relive his growing concern. After what happened to Seny and Zaq, it seemed like his forgetfulness surged forward like a bullet train. Not being able to remember his morning schedule was the least of his problems because he now discovered that his violin playing had become atrocious.
His repetition of going in the rain twice emphasizes his miserable condition on this dark, rainy night. Nonetheless, he embraces nature and continues on with his walk past “the furthest city light” which tells the reader that he is now in complete darkness. Stanza two focuses primarily on his relationship with society. The narrator is casually walking in the city at night and sees the “saddest city lane” and
The symbolism of the night conveys a sense of fear. There is no feeling within the poem that the speaker finds any solace in the walk or with the conditions of the night; darkness, rain, silence, solitude are all that is found. The poem conjures up the fear that is felt when in darkness be it the actual darkness of a street, or the darkness in thought. Most people are able to picture the fear that is of the walker in the poem as who has not been in that situation in life. We walk alone at times even when we are surrounded by a bustling world with our inner thoughts and fears affecting us in darkness and light.
I was so angry that I packed most of my belongings and left. This time it was for good. I had made up my mind that I was not going to put up with it anymore. After a little while my anger turned into hurt. It was painful and still upsetting
They tried to keep telling me the directions, even as I walked away. I expected from the people that know me to walk with me as I walked away, which they did. I figured strangers would just stop talking. The only sanction I received was a shocked/disgusted face from my boss’s son. I only felt somewhat rude.
I knew she was upset because she didn't get what she wanted, but that wasn't because of me, that was her mom. Her anger was channeled in the wrong direction and at the wrong person. I felt personally attacked by her comment, so I replied "Don't be mad at me, you just a brat and can't handle being told no. It's life, get over it." That did not make the situation any better, because my little cousin became hot with anger.
I was very scared. He shouted, “Get out of the truck!”. In my panic I jumped out, and tried to run away, but he violently grabbed me and shouted for money. I was so terrified, I tried to get the money out of my pocket, but I couldn’t because he was shaking me from side to side shouting. I figured that he thought I was refusing to give the money, but the truth was, I simply couldn’t get at