"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
scott mccall, seventeen years old and taking a town onto his shoulders with strength he doesn’t feel he knows how to use. scott mccall standing up, saying i’m going to save everyone.
scott mccall who feels every death like a punch in his gut. scott mccall who doesn’t want that to happen to anyone else—friends, stranger, pack, enemy. he’ll bend over backward to keep everyone alive.
and wouldn’t it be easier, if he’d just sat back? wouldn’t it be easier if he never got himself embroiled in all this, when deaths started happening, bodies started turning up, he just sat back, focused on his schoolwork and let someone else handle it? but he can’t. he can’t.
so he fights, so he tries, so he gets back up
because he can’t let anyone else get hurt. this is his town. his home. his responsibility. his duty.
So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”