Реферат: Creative Writing Unhappy Meal Essay Research Paper

bleached blonde and messy –Johnny Rotten messy. His face was long and thin, a

result of many days of not eating, either because he had no money for food or

because he simply forgot to eat. He was menacing, with his facial piercings and

angry eyes, but there was something about his mouth, a kind of innocent smirk

that gave hint of something real within his hard, rough punk rock shell.

Amir got out of the car slowly, stretching out his arms. Aaron caught

glimpse of something wild and almost ancient in Amir’s eyes. He got out, too,

and tossed his cigarette. Aaron slammed the Nova’s door. “Let’s go get some

meat.”

“Cow Burger.” Amir said, gingerly placing his hands in his pockets.

Aaron looked through the window. Sitting at a table was a family of

four. That looks like my father, he thought, and tried to forget about the many

beatings and harsh words he endured over the last seventeen years. “Amir, it

says no dogs allowed. You’ll have to wait here.”

“Eat me,” Amir said and opened the door. Aaron shoved past him

playfully, and was hit by the overpowering stench of fried, greasy food sizzling

under heat lamps. His mouth watered.

Behind him he heard the click of Amir’s Doc Martin boots, and the jingle

of the chain, safety pin, and padlock belt that the Bosnian wore. He felt all

the customers’ eyes on them, felt the disdain in their uneasy stares. He sent

it back, and shuffled through the line. Amir was silent behind him, unusual

behavior for his normally talkative friend.

Aaron ordered a #4 extra value meal, supersized, and pulled a few

wrinkled bills out of the pockets of his torn army pants. Chuck Norris Action

Pants, he called them. This was all the money he had, change left over from the

30 pack of coors he bought with his last paycheck as a paperboy in Lynn. Aaron

hated that job. He would walk down the street and pretend he was some kind of

Terminator robot, blowing up houses and cars with bionic missile attachments.

They threw his food on a tray as the pimply faced girl behind the