I'm not sure if we're supposed to do one or all three....soooo I'm going to do one and ask in class tomorrow. (:
As a child, I was expected to be healthy, fun, and try my best. As a teenager, I am expected to do my best, give my best,be polite, and do what is expected of me all the time, with no exceptions. Sometimes, though, that's a bit too hard to accomplish.
Once or twice, I may or may not have fallen into the evil pits of peer pressure. I'm not even going to claim that "It wasn't my fault" either, because it was. Everyone was doing it so, why shouldn't I? I mean, it wouldn't have hurt someones feeling that bad, would it?
Yeah, it did. I felt insanely awful for it, but by the time the words were out of my mouth, it was a bit too late. My bullet hit her elephant. And BANG. Immediate death. Granted, I never used an actual bullet, and the girl really wasn't an elephant...it was a CONNECTION...see?
Just like Orwell was doing something to please who surrounded him, I was doing something to please my peers and make them accept me I guess.
I don't think she ever forgave me either..but that's okay. I killed her elephant. Orwell killed his elephant.
So, I guessss we're gonna be like Dimmesdale and draw 'F's on our chests, for FOLLOWERS.
COOOONNNNECTTIOOOOOOONNNNNSSS.
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