Movie Analysis : ' The Hell ' Essay
“Before you go at it again…” I managed to get in before another routinely argument could break out. “I’m giving you this early in advance, Tre,” I chirped, handing him a ticket to a dancing studio. “Don’t lose it because it’s required to get in.”
“Mrs. Lupe’s Dancing Studio” he read out loud, examining the ticket as thoroughly as one possibly could. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s you ticket for dancing class tomorrow,” I forcefully smiled, knowing there’s a huge possibility this might turn ugly. “We’re going…”
“Who’s trying to learn how to dance?”
“We are silly. Some nice lady gave me these tickets and I don’t plan on having them to go to waste…”
“Some nice lady? Who in the hell could that…?” He shot a quick glare at Mrs. Sorun, resulting in her turning her head away to avoid direct eye contact. “You did this, didn’t you? Answer me woman!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Tre,” she giggled, clearly fond of the attention she was receiving. “Now be ready cause the class starts at eight.”
“I ain’t going,” he snarled.
“Yes you are,” she snarled back.
“No I’m not.”
He ended up losing that bet.
“I don’t wanna be here!” I don’t wanna be here!” he singingly whined as we walked inside the studio. “And what’s with…