Part one of term paper
I looked at my father and he looked at me. "Why did you do it?" he asked. I burst out in anger, "Why can't I do it?" Red with rage, he slapped me hard. I touched my burning cheek, staring hard at him, whose face was turned away from mine. Then I noticed my mother sobbing beside him. I softened as my feelings overpowered me. I had never been ...

Part two of term paper
... for me. It was hard to believe that. I let out a sob of frustration, tears of sadness running down my cheeks. Being the richest among my friends, I showered them with gifts, a small price to pay for their constant companionship. However, they were troublemakers who tried to involve me with their misdeeds. I always managed to escape, being the innocent one, until now. They had convinced me to take my first cigarette and policemen nearby caught us. I could not escape because of the cigarette's st ...