It was quiet outside, until the
It was quiet outside, until the
After working with this kid more i am starting to see why he does and acts how he does these gangs influence their lives with fear. Thao was offered another chance by the gang to go and steal the gran torino again. i intervened and The neighborhood now thinks i am a hero because i stood up to the gangbangers ,and told them i piled people like them five feet high in korea. Now the community won’t stop giving gifts to me.…
The mugger came out of the shadows and grabbed Mrs. Anderson around her throat from behind. She threw up her arm, and her purse opened and everything inside fell on the sidewalk. Then he lifted his hand and stabbed her, she screamed, and he yelled “Quiet, you bitch” He lifted his hand again and brought it down again, all the time yelling, “here you bitch, here, here” He must have lifted the knife at least a dozen times.…
This story is about a group of kids that are called Greasers, because they live on the East side of town, which is the lower income part of the city. They all slick back their hair with grease, and that's where the name Greasers came from. Ponyboy Curtis is the main character in this story, and he has 2 brothers, one named Darry, and the other named Sodapop. One night Johnny and Ponyboy are out at the park, and a group of Socs, the nickname for Rich Kids, came by and started beating them up. One of them stuffed Ponyboy's face into the fountain and tried to drown him, so Johnny stabbed him before he killed Ponyboy. The boy that he stabbed died, and so they went to a friend who gave them money and a gun to run away with. They ran away to an abandoned church, and one day Dallas, the friend who gave them the supplies came by and took them out to lunch, and when they returned the church was one fire. Johnny and Pony saved the kids inside, and a piece of wood fell on Johnny and he broke his back. He died in the hospital a few days later, and Dallas couldn't take it so he robbed a grocery store and took out an unloaded gun when the police came, so they shot and killed him. Exposition: The gang is introduced and the…
Please use your notes on the PBS Frontline documentary Climate of Doubt to answer the following questions. Each response should be at least 1-2 paragraphs.…
After a soccer tournament in San Diego, my teammate, Saulo, asked my parents for a ride home. As we neared Saulo’s house in Compton, I heard police sirens blaring and saw metal bars covering the windows. A beat-up 70s Chevy rusted in the front yard.…
FRIDAY AFTERNOON. It happened during lunch hour. Cherry and her friends had been sitting at their normal lunch table when they were approached by Randy Adderson. He was practically beaming with delight when he took a seat next to Marcia. " Did ya'll hear about last night?"…
Well, I was stabbed at least thirty times with a switchblade. Even if the knife missed all of my organs, I’ve lost too much blood to survive. Ah, they’re approaching me. I can see their eyes dim as they realize I’m a lost cause.…
It’d be me against half the school” (63). Transferring would only cause him more trouble and he knew that. As things continued to spiral downward, soon everything would hit the fan. Their growing problem with police escalated quickly, “Rusty James. You know that cop Patterson is just looking for an excuse to get him” (121). Motorcycle boy becomes infatuated with the concept of these Siamese Rumble Fish at a nearby pet store, “Siamese fighting fish. They try to kill each other. if you leaned a mirror against the bowl they’d kill themselves fighting their own reflection” (123). Through the rest of the night this idea plants deep into Rusty’s brother’s head and it compels him to go get these Rumble Fish despite that the store is closed now. Rusty does whatever he can to try and stop him from committing this act but there’s no hope. Waiting desperately for this break to catch these two boys, cop Patterson was first to put a stop to the robbery. Patterson shot the Motorcycle Boy. Rusty expresses, “So I was there when they turned him over , and he was smiling, and the little rumble fish were flipping and dying around him…” (131). Rusty was in shock and needed some kind of reassurance from anyone but didn’t receive it. He heard Patterson say, “Shock, hell. He’s probably on dope or something” (132). Rusty was then thrown into a reformatory for some time, ultimately now, alone as he…
The two gangs in our story are the Greasers which come from the economically struggling east side while the socs their rival gang come from the economically thriving west side. In chapter 1 Ponyboy explains his life how his parents died in a car accident and how he lives with his 2 brothers Sodapop and Darry he then goes on to state the current relationship of the gang how they are in a constant gang war. After explaining he is shown walking down the street and he states that he is in danger because he is labeled by society as a “Greaser” because he was walking on the east side. As if foreshadowing what was going to happen a car with four socs attacked ponyboy which then turned into a full out gang…
On April 7, 1965, Windrixville, Jay Mountain, three Greasers saved the life of four little kids from a burning church. One of the greasers, named Dallas Winston, also known as Dally, “has spent three years on the wild side of New York and has been arrested at the age of ten.” (Hinton 10) “If you can picture a little dark puppy that has been kicked too many times and is lost in a crowd of strangers, you’ll have Johnny Cade,” (Hinton 11) the second hero. The last hero, fourteen-year old Ponyboy Curtis, was “the weed-fiend” in his family.…
I am Johnny Cade and when i was first jumped i had looked like a dog that was kicked too many times.I have been in lot´s of fights and I am smaller than what you can call gang members. Were actually not a gang were just one really big group of good friends and we would do anything together.No matter what you will always see us walking near each other because we're there to protect every last one of us.Us greasers feel that we are not safe walking by are selves even if it's just home from the movies.When i had ran i got very tired and was sick of hiding in an old church which had burned down recently.If i were not around when that church burned down kids would have been dead.…
I went to my baseball bag to grab my baseball bat. I was also still dressed in my dirty work clothes with a face covered in the filth of a long day of work. I walked up to the man slowly, letting my steel toed boots tap loudly on the asphalt for additional intimidation.My six foot one body cast a shadow over the short man as I stood with my thirty two inch tree rested upon my shoulder. I told the man to leave my mother alone before something bad happened, in the thickest southern accent I could pronounce. I could see the fear in the man's eyes as he slowly crawled back into his beat up impala, and drove off.…
I used to hate greasers. They had tried to pick up Cherry and Marcia, Bob and my girls. We were so mad that they thought they had the right to do that; they were no-hopers. The night we went to find Ponyboy and Johnny we just wanted to put them back in their place. We wanted the power restored to our superiority, because as typical socs we believed this was our right.…
One evening I had just sat down to watch the darkened scene below, when I saw a young looking man walking quickly toward a running car, parked under one of the only two street lights. He appeared to be nervous as he continued to look back over his shoulders. I watched more intently now. Then, just as suddenly as I noticed him, I saw three men in black, almost concealed in the darkness, moving swiftly up behind him. I watched as the shortest of the three pulled a gun out and began firing at the lone man. When I saw him hit the ground, I about fell out of my chair. Just as quickly as the three appeared, they vanished into a pitch black alley. I sat there trembling from what I had just witnessed. Too scared to call the police, I finally retreated to bed.…
It had been preceded by a much louder pop, and then a zing – a noise that, under normal circumstances, I might have mistaken for the buzz of a fly – they were close. I took off, crunching along the gravel of the side road. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight… I sighed with relief. Thirty-nine Newman Drive. I did as I had been told – tweeted twice like a canary and once like a robin. I stood there impatiently, nervously, waiting for the door to clang open. I decided to knock – still no response. I looked over my shoulder and saw that they had finally made it around the corner – I let out a grunt of annoyance and, turning away from the door, continued my run. It was cut short by the screech of tires, the slam of a door, and the crackling zap of electricity the Taser sent coursing through my body. The agony was repeated, and I slipped into…