Example research essay topic: Use Of Character Development And Strong Imagery In Story – 1,735 words

Dwight giving my Winchester away was
inconceivable; I left the house and went to talk
to Arthur. Arthur, can you believe that Dwight
would make the decision to trade my Winchester for
a stupid dog, especially without asking me? On top
of that, he lied to my mother once again. There is
no way that Dwight will get my Winchester back
like he told my mother he would. Who knows, said
Arthur, Maybe he didnt lie to your mother and he
really is going to trade for your Winchester back.
Dwights main goal has always been to make me as
miserable as he could and this was only the next
step, I yelled back at Arthur. Arthur didnt know
what he was talking about. Dwight had gone to far
this time.

It was my Winchester, not his. I knew
exactly how I was going to get even too. When
Champions previous owner sends the AKC papers, Im
going to find out exactly where my Winchester is.
Then I am going to hitchhike with Arthur to
Seattle and get my Winchester back. After I get
back, Dwight will be sorry that he has treated my
mother and I so poorly. School was not important
anymore; the only thing on my mind was to make
sure that I would get to the mail before Dwight.
As the mailman approached on Wednesday, I had a
funny feeling in my stomach. Were the papers going
to finally be here? Would I now be able to start
my plan? The mailman handed me the mail They were
here! Champions owner did actually live in Seattle
and the plan to get my back Winchester back could
now be formulated.

Lying awake in bed I thought of
my plan. Before I leave for school, I am going to
take some of the money I have been saving up and
place it in my secret hiding spot in the woods. I
was to go to go to school like it was any normal
day. During my paper route, I am going to pick up
Arthur at the place where we once fought and,
hopefully, Arthur is going to bring with him some
food that he steals from home. Lastly, we will
pick up the money I have hidden in the woods and
leave for Seattle to retrieve my Winchester. The
plan did leave a couple of questions though.

Are
we actually going to go through with this plan?
Would we be able to find someone on their way to
Seattle that is willing to pick up two
hitchhikers? I kept dreaming and millions of
thoughts were running through my mind I was going
to get my Winchester back and, at the same time, I
was going to be able to get away from home for a
couple of days. Maybe, I would never come back.
Arthur and I could probably get a job somewhere in
Seattle. It would be tough at first because we
would not have a place to live but, while we are
saving up our money for our own place, we could
find different places to shack up. During the day
we would be working anyway. I would also try to
save up enough money to come back and save my
mother from Dwight. My mother and I could live our
own life together, away from Dwight forever.

I
really, really wanted this to happen and, unlike
the other times, I was going to actually go
through with this plan. Friday morning came and I
took the money I saved and hid it in my famous
hiding spot in the woods. As I was on my way to
school, Dwight saw me. He asked, You left for
school so long ago, why are you not in school
already? I was not ready to see Dwight and started
to answer him in gibberish. He then yelled, Answer
me Toby or else! The only thing I could think of
to say was I was suppose to meet this girl, but
she stood me up. Really, Dwight replied, What is
her name? Mandy, Mandy Morgan.

She was the only
girl around that Dwight didnt know anything about.
He knew of her, but he didnt know her parents and
I figured that would keep him from checking up on
me. I was right. Dwights only reply was actually
nice; Its ok, maybe her parents didnt let her out,
or maybe she got sick or something. Keep your head
up, there may be a very rational answer for why
she didnt show up. I said ok and Dwight left me to
go to school. Throughout the school day, I began
thinking.

What if I couldnt find a person that
would pick a hitchhiker or what if I happen to
stop a car where the person knows me and tells
Dwight? Questions like these were running through
me head all morning. When I saw Arthur and told
him that I was having second thoughts, he told me
to relax and demanded me to meet him at our old
fighting spot. Reluctantly I agreed. School ended
and I started on my paper route. I delivered the
papers more slowly then I ever have before. I
really didnt want to go through with my plan and
was trying to think of some way to get out of it.
Arthur must have known this, because he met me
much sooner then the place we originally fought,
and, at the same time, he had a huge bag of food
with him.

I asked him, Why do you want to go on
this trip so bad. Ill never forget his answer, Im
not only tired of this town, I am also tired of
seeing the way Dwight treats your family. You have
to do this, not only for your sake, but for the
sake of you mother too. He was right, I had to
work up the courage to go to Seattle and get my
rifle back. Even if I didnt stay there, I really
needed to show Dwight that I dont like the way he
treats me. We finished delivering the papers,
picked up the money I hid, and left for Seattle to
get my Winchester back.

We were walking down the
highway, with our thumbs held up in the air,
waiting for someone to stop and give us a lift.
Finally, a man stopped in a very old familiar
looking Nash Rambler. The smell of the hot engine
and burning fuel reminded me of the Rambler my
mother and I used to drive from Florida to Utah.
The driver of the Rambler stopped the car and
asked, Where are you guys headed? Arthur replied,
Seattle. Wow!, exclaimed the driver, Thats where
Im heading back to Would you like a lift? Yes
Sir!, we replied. As I stepped into the car, I
noticed a long object covered with some sort of a
blanket in the back seat. I moved the blanket and,
to my surprise, I saw my Winchester! Some how I
was able to stay calm. I tried to motion to
Arthur, who was in the front seat, but it was way
to hard with the gentlemen sitting right next to
him.

As we were driving for a little while, I
asked the gentlemen, Why are you heading to
Seattle? He replied, Just heading home, I was in
Chinook visiting some family members after I made
a trade with some guy. Playing along I asked, What
did you trade? Well, actually I traded some stupid
dog that cant hunt to save its life to some guy
for that Winchester rifle in that back seat the
one right next to you. Still playing along and
hoping to get Arthurs attention I exclaimed, Wow,
what a great deal you got! Yeah, he said, Between
me and you two boys, the other guy was an idiot,
he really thought that dog was going to be a great
hunter. Finally, Arthur caught on. He looked back
at me in disbelief. I motioned for him to stay
calm and relax.

Arthur stayed as calm as he could,
and I sat in the back contemplating some sort of
plan to get out of the car with my Winchester.
Little did I know, I didnt even need to form a
plan. There must have been some sort of a design
flaw in all Ramblers. Smoke flowed out of the top
of the Ramblers engine, and we all got out of the
car to wait for the engine to cool. I wanted to
find a time when Arthur and I were alone in order
to tell him how we could get out of this very
weird situation. My chance came when the gentleman
started smoking a cigarette as he walked away from
the car. I told Arthur to be ready to run and,
when the time came, to run faster then he has ever
run before.

I had already kept the car door open
and when I thought the gentlemen was far enough
from the car, I motioned to Arthur to start
running. I grabbed the gun and followed Arthur as
fast as I could. We were well out of sight before
the guy even knew we left, at least I think we
were. When we got back to Chinook, I thought about
telling everyone that I got back my Winchester,
but I decided not too. Dwight took it away from me
once and if he knew I had it back, he would
probably try to do it again. Therefore, I hid the
gun in my secret hiding spot in the woods.

No one
will ever be able to find it, no one. When I got
home that night, I sat and stared at the ceiling
contemplating two thoughts. The first was simply
getting my gun back, but the other was more
complex. I couldnt shake the thought of using my
Winchester to get revenge on Dwight. But, how
could I leave Pearl with nothing. Dwight treated
Pearl much better then me, and she would be
heartbroken without any living parents.

As mad as
I was at Dwight, I had to make myself content with
only getting my Winchester back. I will get Dwight
back some other time, in some other way. For now,
I can only wish I didnt have to go hunting with
him tomorrow..

Research essay sample on Use Of Character Development And Strong Imagery In Story