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When you make a movie for a book, you have the writers who clearly went through the entire book numerous times, you have the ones who read it once maybe, you have the ones who skimmed it and the ones who read the description on the back
and then you have the writers for the Eragon movie
She should’ve never been there in the first place. A rumble was no place to be- especially for a greaser girl. Catherine Matthews knew this, though she realized it just a little bit too late.
There she was, flat on the ground with a gaping wound in her chest. Here she faced a hard decision- if none of the gang found her, she could die here. If any of the gang did find her, though, she would never hear the end of it. She contemplated yelling for help but before a final decision was made, Ponyboy had run to her side.
"You weren’t supposed to come out here," he scolded in a rough voice as he took her hand. The young man scanned the crowd for a good few minutes in search of the rest of the gang, the fighting thinning out as socs took off and ran.
Out of instinct- and running on pure adrenaline- Ponyboy lifted Catherine into his arms. “Come on, Cat,” he began, calmly rubbing her back as he held her, “We’ll find him, I promise.”
how come my followers don’t ask me questions and want to know about my life like how often i pee or my fav flavor of chips or how much milk i like in my cereal or what shampoo i use or my GPA or my political party preference or my moms maiden name or how many outlets i have in my room
Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Two Bit: Shoot, this house ain’t dirty. You ought to see my house. Ponyboy: I have and if you had the sense of a billy goat, you’d clean your house up ‘stead of bummin’ ‘round ours. Two Bit: Shoot kid, if I did that, my mom would die of shock.