The Town

The Thoughts of Doug MacRay After the Latest Hiest

     I need to get away from this living style. I need to settle down and start a family away from this lifestyle. I have always dated Krista off and on since teenagers. She will never change and do not need to have drinking and partying all the time with a new family. I am 33 years old now. I'm not the young kind anymore. I met someone while robbing a bank. Weird right? I like her and I can't get her out of my mind. I have been following her for the last couple months to see how she is doing but I don"t want to confront her due to my guilt at the bank. I tried to confront her in the laundromat but I think I scared her and she ran out without some her clothes. I went to the third floor of the building. Jem's place is the second floor and Krista's the first. I folded her clothes and brought them back the next day, same time, and gave them to her. She apologized about the previous day and how thoughtful it was to fold her clothes. I actually talked to her. We might be going on a date. Is she the one I can build a new life with? Time will tell.

Back Cover of The Town

     From reading the back cover that tells you a little about the book, I think the FBI Agent is going to make things rough for Doug MacRay trying to start a new life with Claire Keesey. I also think that rest of his thieves will dislike, shun, and beat him for leaving them because he is the one who makes the robberies successful. Doug will become an outsider to his group while trying to make himself clean. His last hiest-to-be will probably not go so good at Fenway Park, but I believe he will survive and escape it. In the end of the novel, I'm guessing that Claire and Doug will get married and move to a small town away from Boston.

Gene's Perspective Of Himself In A Seperate Piece

     Temptation. Temptation to have someones life in my hands and the opportunity to ruin it. It was so easy to jounce the limb. Do I really care about his potential or his life? I care about mine. Curiosity entered me and consumed me. It took control over me. What would it feel like to kill or hurt someone? What has happened to my feeling? Will I feel anything? I haven't felt any emotion about what I did to him and his future, not even a little bit. Is there something wrong with me? Why do I not care? Curiosity and temptation are to blame, not me, because I wasn't in control of happened. It was like someone else did it inside of me, and I didn't care what the outcome could be. Atleast my dreams are still alive. Right?

My "Mob" Experience

     I was a freshman and was playing in my first JV football game. I was nervous and excited at the same time. We were playing Three Forks at home. This one kid was being full of himself and was putting out the vibe that he was invincible. Stupid freshman. Coach called a running play in which I was a lead blocker. When the ball was hiked, I targeted this kid and hit him as hard as I could and delivered a low blow. I stood him up while Seth delivered a high blow at full steam. It rung this kid's bell pretty hard. He tried to start a fight and we provoked him to try. We got in each others faces and I was totally oblivious to everyone who was watching. There were about three of his friends backing him up with Seth and I for our team. The ref ended up breaking us up before any fighting had started and gave us a flag. Needless to say Seth and I didn't get to play for the rest of the half, and we couldn't wait until we got to play Three Forks again.

My TKAM Experience

     For the most part, I was a good and innocent child. I never got in any major trouble until about 7th grade. Since Kindergarten, Chance and I were always hanging out. I remember one day, while I was in the 2nd grade, I was at his house and we were playing G.I. Joes. We got bored of this so we decided to to see what Chase was up to. Chase and Chance were always harassing each other. We went upstairs Chase was listening to his music really loud. Then Chance got the idea to sneak in his room like a couple commandos and unplug his stereo. Knowing Chance, something significant was going to happen. When we breached his room with out him knowing the two 2nd graders were in his room with him, we unplugged the stereo. That in return unplugged a string of bad words. We hightailed it out of the room while his back was turned and went into a neighboring room. Their mom came up and chewed out Chase. Neither of them knew that a couple of 2nd grade "commandos" committed the uprising.

Simon's Letter

To anybody who finds this,

     If you are reading this, I have passed away into a new life. Don't weep for me because I know I'm in a place where I belong.
      The survivors of this island can tell you what happened on this island. I do not wish to talk about my life here.
     My family in London are well known. My father is a priest and my mother helps out our family, either at home or in the church. If not at my prep school, I was under Dad's wing. He is most peaceful and always has time for me, which is mostly questions. After being at school and seeing how the others act towards themselves and others, I find being with Dad relaxing and it gives me an inner content. I want to strive to be like him. Being well respected , always in control, and no care of what people think of him sounds like the person I want to grow up to be. In a couple years, Dad would have started to teach me how to walk with God and to train me to be a priest. When he passes on, I would have completed my training and been able to continue the church as priest.
     Whoever finds this letter, please give it to my parents and tell them all is well for I am with my older brother.

Sincerely,

Simon