abby - bestfriend of andy
"Pietro!" Wanda screamed, catching him as he fell to the ground limply. Putting pressure onto his wound, blood flooding passed her fingers, she looked up to Helen as she screamed, "Help him!"
About five o'clock our procession of three cars reached the cemetery and stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate--first a motor hearse, horribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and I in the limousine, and, a little later, four or five servants and the postman from West Egg in Gatsby's station wagon, all wet to the skin. As we started through the gate into the cemetery I heard a car stop and then the sound of someone splashing after us over the soggy ground. I looked around. It was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom I had found marvelling over Gatsby's books in the library one night three months before.
nahruth: *fury rage. *
You'll never shine if you don't glow
But the meteor men beg to differ
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
Brian:Do you like me?
"Is she a foreigner?"
The figure looked at Allen with a sneer as he asked him about his sweeping session. Allen looked at the figure and nodded as he moved away from them. However, those bullies seems to have a hobby of courting death as they held Allen back, preventing him from changing location.
As other students started arriving through the front gate, the trio began to walk slowly through the entrance.