Realization
The table was slightly illuminated by the dim, golden light from the lamp, casting blurred shadows against the walls. Papers were strewn everywhere across the wooden surface, rustling gently as a cool wind drifted through the open windows. The places that the lamp’s meager light could not reach were slightly lit up by the soft, silver moonlight. With a small huff of breath, I pinched my nose bridge, trying to fend off the headache that was steadily throbbing through my brain. As I did this, I glanced out of the window, and suddenly realized how dark it was outside. The only light left surviving in the night sky consisted of the luminous, crescent moon and the stars that struggled to shine through the city’s pollution. Sighing, …show more content…
Not only was he unarmed, but he also was wandering around alone, making him vulnerable to any attacks. He could have been killed if we didn’t come in time. What in the world was he thinking? I didn’t want to be harsh by yelling at Ponyboy after that incident, but it was only for his safety. For some strange reason, though, Sodapop seems to like standing up for Ponyboy, which gets on my nerves sometimes. If he doesn’t learn how to be responsible and take care of himself, he won’t survive a second in the outside world on his own, filled with corruption and unfairness. I was still deep in thought as I set the table, placing the fried eggs and some leftover chocolate cake from yesterday onto the white cloth. “Breakfast’s ready,” I announced nonchalantly, setting utensils on the small table. As I seated myself in one of the chairs, I watched Ponyboy and Sodapop bantered among each other, ruffling one another’s hair and punching each other playfully. Ponyboy seems to like Soda a lot, I observed, as they took their seats at the table. Most of breakfast passed by uneventfully, as the three of us sat at the cramped table, making small conversation and watching as the sun began rising higher in the …show more content…
He’ll be fine,” he exclaimed, as he affectionately patted Ponyboy on the back. “Dally and Johnny will be there for him, anyway.” Why does he have to be so carefree all the time? I thought to myself angrily, as Sodapop grinned at me. I saw Ponyboy shoot a grateful glance in Sodapop’s direction, but I pretended that I didn’t see, as I stood up from the table and deposited my plate in the sink. Then, I picked up my work bag that was filled with the papers that I had been working on last night, and headed towards the doorway. “I’ll be back at early night when I’m done with work,” I remarked, as I slipped into my shoes and stepped over the threshold of the open door. “I expect you all to be here before I’m back, and remember to wash the dishes.” With that, I lugged the bag over my shoulder and began to walk towards my workplace.
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Work today turned out to be very demanding. After I had turned in the stack of papers for my first job, I still had to do my second occupation for the day, which was transporting bundles of house roofing to certain areas. There were numerous orders for roofing today, and I ended up trudging home with perspiration still rolling down my face. My shoes clattered on cement as I walked through the polluted streets, the sky becoming darker by every
The table was slightly illuminated by the dim, golden light from the lamp, casting blurred shadows against the walls. Papers were strewn everywhere across the wooden surface, rustling gently as a cool wind drifted through the open windows. The places that the lamp’s meager light could not reach were slightly lit up by the soft, silver moonlight. With a small huff of breath, I pinched my nose bridge, trying to fend off the headache that was steadily throbbing through my brain. As I did this, I glanced out of the window, and suddenly realized how dark it was outside. The only light left surviving in the night sky consisted of the luminous, crescent moon and the stars that struggled to shine through the city’s pollution. Sighing, …show more content…
Not only was he unarmed, but he also was wandering around alone, making him vulnerable to any attacks. He could have been killed if we didn’t come in time. What in the world was he thinking? I didn’t want to be harsh by yelling at Ponyboy after that incident, but it was only for his safety. For some strange reason, though, Sodapop seems to like standing up for Ponyboy, which gets on my nerves sometimes. If he doesn’t learn how to be responsible and take care of himself, he won’t survive a second in the outside world on his own, filled with corruption and unfairness. I was still deep in thought as I set the table, placing the fried eggs and some leftover chocolate cake from yesterday onto the white cloth. “Breakfast’s ready,” I announced nonchalantly, setting utensils on the small table. As I seated myself in one of the chairs, I watched Ponyboy and Sodapop bantered among each other, ruffling one another’s hair and punching each other playfully. Ponyboy seems to like Soda a lot, I observed, as they took their seats at the table. Most of breakfast passed by uneventfully, as the three of us sat at the cramped table, making small conversation and watching as the sun began rising higher in the …show more content…
He’ll be fine,” he exclaimed, as he affectionately patted Ponyboy on the back. “Dally and Johnny will be there for him, anyway.” Why does he have to be so carefree all the time? I thought to myself angrily, as Sodapop grinned at me. I saw Ponyboy shoot a grateful glance in Sodapop’s direction, but I pretended that I didn’t see, as I stood up from the table and deposited my plate in the sink. Then, I picked up my work bag that was filled with the papers that I had been working on last night, and headed towards the doorway. “I’ll be back at early night when I’m done with work,” I remarked, as I slipped into my shoes and stepped over the threshold of the open door. “I expect you all to be here before I’m back, and remember to wash the dishes.” With that, I lugged the bag over my shoulder and began to walk towards my workplace.
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Work today turned out to be very demanding. After I had turned in the stack of papers for my first job, I still had to do my second occupation for the day, which was transporting bundles of house roofing to certain areas. There were numerous orders for roofing today, and I ended up trudging home with perspiration still rolling down my face. My shoes clattered on cement as I walked through the polluted streets, the sky becoming darker by every