The fuzz and press started to ask Pony two many questions. So Me and Soda shewed them away from Ponyboy. Soda got the press to leave using a police gun. But even with all the good moods I couldn't help wondering if this was all my fault. If I didn't hit Ponyboy then he and Johnny wouldn't of run away and Bob wouldn't try to kill them. Johnny wouldn't have killed bob. Then they wouldn't have to get Dallas help to run away to that cruddy church in that stupid @@##$ town Windrixville. Then they wouldn't save the kids in the stupid burning church and dally's arm wouldn't be all burnt up and Johnny wouldn't be in the hospital. Then there wouldn't be the rumble. This is all my fault. ARGHHH!!!! I'm such a $#%#$#$#@$#%&*%@$*#&$#!%$#@ idiot!
"You should go home now, you can see your friends tomorrow" a voice interrupted my train of swearing and self pitty.
"O.K." I said and I gragged Pony and Soda home.
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3 comments:
in the last line it said
gragged. . . is that a typo or a term? Otherwise good, very expressive I like it!
I like the expressions of deep anger. It makes the reader understand the way the character is feeling. I like the fact that you had speech in the text but did not let it distract the reader from the topic. Overall, I think it is excellent.
Very colourful variety of cuss words!
Ya, nice post
You really get the feeling that the writer is passionate about the subject.
Good Job!
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