I’ve already posted this, but I like getting different and mulitple answers. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Thanks.
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I make my way to my locker, ignoring the stares and mocking glances that bore into my back. Once I finally get there, the two people on either side of me clear out. They don’t want to be caught standing next to the freaky hermit-girl who killed her best friend, left her sister to die, and lost it in a one-night stand.
Angrily, I stuff my coat into the metal rectangle and jerk out my books, pushing them haphazardly into my tote. The isolation gets me, every day, even after six months of it. If people just gave me a chance to explain . . . Doesn’t matter. What would having friends do? Take the blame off me for causing two deaths? Redeem me for luring the monsters to rape me that night? Break my addiction to blades and knives?
No. Why do I even hope? If anything, being alone will just make it that much easier, in the end. No loose ends to tie up, no one’s feelings to hurt. Just me, resolving my demons, for the last time.
My first class is Trigonometry, with Mr. Jennings. Yippee kayay. Not only is it my worst class, but Mr. Jennings hates me, and Travie is in the class. Triple whammy.
“Well, Ms. Hunter, thank you for joining us today. Please sit in the back, where your facial . . . accessories won’t bother anyone.” Mr. Jennings sniffs disapprovingly, reminding me of my mother, as I stumble into Trig, only thirty seconds late. Mr. Jennings is a short, stout little man with a permanent frown and clunky black dork glasses. His badly balding head shines in sunlight.
I make my way down the aisle, rolling my eyes at the notion that my facial “accessories” would bother someone. I think he’s more worried of having to deal with my mistake-ridden Trig homework. With me in the back, Jennings can “forget” to collect my papers.
The only available seat in the back row is next to a loudly snoring jock. Looks like I won’t be learning anything in the next forty-five minutes, not with this deafening rumble in my ear.
There’s a couple sitting in front of me, exchanging kisses and caresses while Jennings is turned away. The girl is a polished, skinny redhead with a cheer outfit and leggings. From the glimpses I get of her face, I can tell she’s absolutely beautiful. She’s the kind of girl I used to be: snuggling with my boyfriend, hoping not to get caught; texting my many friends under the desk: looking forward to the cheerleading practice after school, where we’re going to learn a new routine to get ready for football in the fall.
Guilt crushes down on me. It’s my fault that I’m not that girl anymore. I just had to be feeling sorry for myself that night when Natalie and Ruby insisted on taking me out. I just had to make sure Natalie was awake to hear the song on the radio, knocking over Ruby’s beer in the process. I had to be so selfish.
My body reacts from that pain stabbing my heart even before I can think about it too much. I rifle through my tote back, unzipping the pocket inside, and pull out a small but effective Swiss Army knife. It’s so small that it can fit in my hand, unseen. Very convenient for mid-class panic attacks.
I lift up my shirt slightly, my fingers curled around the Swiss Army knife in a loose fist, and lean down in my chair. I lay my other arm over my stomach, resting my hand on my thigh, hiding my armed hand. After I’m sure no one is looking, I don’t hesitate. I jab the end of the blade into my stomach, closing my eyes as the welcome sensation of physical pain overrides the guilt smothering me inside. I let out a shaky breath and smile a little.
This is just a snippet from a story that I’m writing right now. Please read it and give me feedback! Constructive criticism is really appreciated.
I make my way to my locker, ignoring the stares and mocking glances that bore into my back. Once I finally get there, the two people on either side of me clear out. They don’t want to be caught standing next to the freaky hermit-girl who killed her best friend, left her sister to die, and lost it in a one-night stand.
Angrily, I stuff my coat into the metal rectangle and jerk out my books, pushing them haphazardly into my tote. The isolation gets me, every day, even after six months of it. If people just gave me a chance to explain . . . Doesn’t matter. What would having friends do? Take the blame off me for causing two deaths? Redeem me for luring the monsters to rape me that night? Break my addiction to blades and knives?
No. Why do I even hope? If anything, being alone will just make it that much easier, in the end. No loose ends to tie up, no one’s feelings to hurt. Just me, resolving my demons, for the last time.
My first class is Trigonometry, with Mr. Jennings. Yippee kayay. Not only is it my worst class, but Mr. Jennings hates me, and Travie is in the class. Triple whammy.
“Well, Ms. Hunter, thank you for joining us today. Please sit in the back, where your facial . . . accessories won’t bother anyone.” Mr. Jennings sniffs disapprovingly, reminding me of my mother, as I stumble into Trig, only thirty seconds late. Mr. Jennings is a short, stout little man with a permanent frown and clunky black dork glasses. His badly balding head shines in sunlight.
I make my way down the aisle, rolling my eyes at the notion that my facial “accessories” would bother someone. I think he’s more worried of having to deal with my mistake-ridden Trig homework. With me in the back, Jennings can “forget” to collect my papers.
The only available seat in the back row is next to a loudly snoring jock. Looks like I won’t be learning anything in the next forty-five minutes, not with this deafening rumble in my ear.
There’s a couple sitting in front of me, exchanging kisses and caresses while Jennings is turned away. The girl is a polished, skinny redhead with a cheer outfit and leggings. From the glimpses I get of her face, I can tell she’s absolutely beautiful. She’s the kind of girl I used to be: snuggling with my boyfriend, hoping not to get caught; texting my many friends under the desk: looking forward to the cheerleading practice after school, where we’re going to learn a new routine to get ready for football in the fall.
Guilt crushes down on me. It’s my fault that I’m not that girl anymore. I just had to be feeling sorry for myself that night when Natalie and Ruby insisted on taking me out. I just had to make sure Natalie was awake to hear the song on the radio, knocking over Ruby’s beer in the process. I had to be so selfish.
My body reacts from that pain stabbing my heart even before I can think about it too much. I rifle through my tote back, unzipping the pocket inside, and pull out a small but effective Swiss Army knife. It’s so small that it can fit in my hand, unseen. Very convenient for mid-class panic attacks.
I lift up my shirt slightly, my fingers curled around the Swiss Army knife in a loose fist, and lean down in my chair. I lay my other arm over my stomach, resting my hand on my thigh, hiding my armed hand. After I’m sure no one is looking, I don’t hesitate. I jab the end of the blade into my stomach, closing my eyes as the welcome sensation of physical pain overrides the guilt smothering me inside. I let out a shaky breath and smile a little.
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I am going to get a swiss army knife from victorinox, and have decided I will either get the Workchamp (http://www.swissknifeshop.com/Swiss_Army_WorkChamp_p/sa53761.htm), or the Hercules (http://www.swissknifeshop.com/Swiss_Army_Hercules_p/sa54751.htm). The only differnece I care about between the two is that the workchamp has a metal saw with a metal file, and the Hercules doesn’t. I don’t know if the meatal saw is something I will find useful, if its not i will just get the hercules because it will make the knife thinner, and save me a few dollars. I don’t like thick knives. Any any ideas on how the metal saw with metal file might be useful, and if you have one, what have you used it for?
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Here we have the Victorinox Swiss Army Climber II Pocket Knife. This is a great Swiss Army Knife for around . It is identical to the Climber 53381, but with a matte finish and at a much lower price. Made in Switzerland, this knife is constructed with a nylon handle, and 100-percent stainless-steel components that will hold their edge and last for years if not decades. In the hand this feels much better than the Climber 53381 due to it’s matte finish, as it is not as slippery. This pocket knife comes with a lifetime warranty. It is a Swiss Army Knife, you should know by legend that it is going to perform. Berzy Rating: 90/100 Details: Measures 3.58 inches when closed Weights 3.55 ounces Tools Included: 1. Large blade 2. Small blade 3. Can opener with Small screwdriver 4. Bottle opener with Large screwdriver & Wire stripper, 5. Scissors 6. Reamer with Sewing eye, 7. Corkscrew 8. Hook 9. Toothpick 10. Tweezers 11. Key ring
This is a review of the two knives that you could say started the Outcast Project and my own personal obsession with knives. I received these two knives for my fith birth day and were the first of what is now a size able collection. please rate comment and subscribe! The Outcast likeability scale 10/10
I’m looking for a good swiss army knife and i am wondering what nationwide stores i can look at for a good swiss army knife at a reasonable price. so if you could give me a list or at least the names of a few stores that you know have these knives for reasonable prices, i would greatly appreciate it. thanks!
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