Figurative Language and Vocabulary

was not affected

contracted and wrinkled up

shaking

sad

leather

type of plastic

guacomle

studs

be happy

to wilt away

to pretend

dominate through fear and intimidation

I ran to the door quickly.

I was a small kid, thin and young as a tree.

The kids were vicious.

My mom couldn't afford the leather jacket.

I stared at the jacket, like an enemy.

I blame that jacket for those hard years.

More stuffing fell out until that sleeve shriveled into a palsied arm.

I remember the green coat I wore in 6th grade.

Dogs are a mans best friend.

Mostly he taught us about friendship.

We pulled out fistfuls of fuzzy fur.

His fur was a soft as a feather.

I approached the jacket slowly as it was a stranger whose hand I had to shake.

Dogs help us when we feel sad.

That was the ugliest jacket ever.

The jacket was dark green,

to run away

to be last

to struggle

to gain a victory or win

engines that powers cars

full of dangerous radiation

to listen to music

to move around a lot