During my middle school years, I was an eccentric and mischievous yet sociable boy. I was the grandson of the school's custodian. My grandfather had his own apartment upstairs just in case any emergency regarding the school suddenly occurred. My friends always listened to me due to an odd reason which I knew not of. I would say I was rather influential to my peers and placed myself atop the others, sort of like a king. On this specific day, while walking to school with a pal, I took notice of a little, scrawny, helpless girl creating a home in the midst of a dumpster. My heart shattered to pieces, but I had to keep portraying myself as a tough, solipsistic person. Not only feelings of distraught and agitation consumed my body, but a feeling of fear also surrounded me. I had not a minimal idea of what could happen to that poor child. I thought to myself that as a Christian …show more content…
Unfortunately for them I did not, but I did lie to both the administration and my parents which made me at the time, second-guess my choice just as Huck did. I did feel embarrassed when the teacher enlightened the class with my adventure but I believed I did the right thing. Just as Huck thought that helping Jim out was the right things to do. I that providing that girl with something to eat, even though achieving it required inappropriate actions, was the right thing to