Answer:
I feel that it is unfair for student having to work so hard for so many years and it all be flushed away. I what to inspire the next generation and give it the feeling that we all have. Fear. Sadness. And most of all boredom.
Explanation:
The door creaked and a rectangle of light fell onto the magazine that I was reading. I looked up to a boy who had come into the lobby was a stranger, about nineteen, tall and thin.
"Looking for someone?" I asked.
"No," the boy said. His long fingers trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of his coat.
"Well, may I help you with something?"
"No." The boy dropped his coat onto the worn tweed sofa and sat down slowly. In the light from the window his pale cheeks gleamed as if wet.
He's sick, I thought, while walking over to him. A narrow hand reached out and seized my wrist, cold, strong fingers twining around my arm like vines or snakes. I try to fight the impulse to pull away, looking down instead into the boy's troubled, grey eyes.
Travis was known as an underground street fighter. His Nickname or what he went by was Travis "Maddog" Maddox.
I hope this helped
~Renee ^_^
Good morning , I am doing alright how are you?
Answer:
Character, Setting, Plot, Conflict, and Theme.
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