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Unformatted text preview: Megan Wauschek Conflict Assignment January 20, 2010 Vinny was right, there really was no hope. Vincent Flannery was different. He didn’t belong here, and he knew it. None of us did, really. He was just the only one with enough balls to flaunt it. His dad died when he was real young and ever since then he acted out. In small ways, at first. When his mom got re-married, though, he moved on to the big time stuff. Big time for Strongsville, Iowa anyway. –Cherry bombs in the faculty bathrooms in high school, stealing from Joe’s Hardware, even taking our principal, Mr. Gould’s, car out for a joy ride May of our senior year. That was all for show though. He never wanted to end up here. As for me, I was the good kid. I liked to think that I would have been a little more of a rebel, had Vinny not taken all the leeway he possibly could in that department. Since we were six me and Vinny have been inseparable. So when Vinny’s step-dad forced him into the army, I was right behind him signing up. I didn’t have anything better to do anyway. Maybe it would be an adventure? I don’t know exactly what I was thinking that July morning when I registered, or boarding the bus that day in September, other than that I was simply doing what I’ve always done, following Vinny. This time it was different though. He’s taking it too far. always done, following Vinny....
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- Spring '10
- Conflict, English-language films, American films, Debut albums, Profanity, Vinny