John And Mark example essay topic

The school bell rang. The seemingly endless Friday had finally come to an end. The tired and restless looks on each pupils face had instantly vanished into joy and excitement. John and Mark carelessly threw their books into their bags and began to head home.

"History has to be the most boring subject ever", said John with relief, as they left the class. "Oh I don't know. Math gets pretty close". He had a smirk on his face. "Nah History with Johnson. As soon as he says a word, I can't get my eyes open.

So what you gonna do during the weekend?"Nothing planned really. May try to do some work. Pretty far behind. Why? Got any ideas?" Mark said inquisitively.

"Not really. May just go to the skate park. This place is just getting so damn boring, always the same thing. Nothing interesting ever happens. I'm sick of this place. We need something new to do".

The road split, dividing their destinations. "Yeah, well see ya. Call me later or something."Yeah alright, catch you later". Mark finally reached the street which his house was located at. As he was drawing nearer and nearer, he heard a faint gasp for help. Mark instantly stopped his constant pace and looked to the direction which it was coming from.

He carefully listened. Just when he had began to continue home, he heard it again but clearer. He jogged cautiously to where it was coming from. He peered around the corner and saw a man who looked oddly familiar. He was built and had dark hair and a rugged face. He had a knife to another man's neck.

"I warned you before", the familiar man said. "But it wasn't my fault? I didn't even want to be in this" At this point, Mark was uncertain what to do. His contemplation to help the man in danger was too late. Before he could react, the familiar man had slit his throat.

The dying man cried out helplessly until he lay still on the floor. Mark quickly took off as silently as possible for safety, realizing the murderer was approaching his direction. He took the cover of a large trash bin and went unnoticed. The large man dragged the body into the back of his car, and took off casually. Mark was in shook and unsure what to do. He dashed back home and jumped onto his bed.

He thought deeply where the man had seemed familiar but could not figure it out. He attempted to call John and tell him about it but could not. Later that night, after having dinner with his parents whom he had not mentioned one word to, the same man he had seen in the ally was in front of him. He appeared even larger than in the ally-way. "Why hello Sean. How are you?" spoke Mark's mother to the man.

"Yeah I've been pretty good. And yourself?"Good thanks. Well I'm sure you have your own business to attend to. Hope to see you again soon."Thanks, yeah you too. Bye" Once the man was at a safe distance away, Mark quickly asked "Mom, who is that?"Why that's John's favorite cousin.

They " re really close. They spend time with each other every so often". Mark was hit was great shock, and unsure what to do. Maybe it was a different person he repeated to himself. "Is there something wrong dear?" his worried mother said. ."..

What? Oh no everything's fine", he replied in distraction. For the whole night, Mark had a tough time sleeping. His head was filled with what he should do.

He felt uneasy as he would always ask John for help, but for once he was unable to do so. In the end, Mark decided to tell John about his cousin. The following day, Mark arrived punctually at school. However, John did not arrive. The idea of his cousin torturing him wall all Mark could picture.

A sudden urge of energy d welled within him. He had no clue what to do. The bell for the first period had rung. Mark jumped up and began to sprint to John's place. He arrived eventually in exhaustion. He knocked at the door and eagerly waited for a knock.

Expecting his mother or someone of the family, to his surprised, Sean opened the door. Mark was speechless. There was a moment of silence. Mark could not look him in the eye. "Yes can I help you?" Sean said "Um is John around?"Yes, he's upstairs. Would you like to see him?"Yes please", Mark said with somewhat caution.

"Come right in", he said openly. Mark felt a great sense of distrust to why Sean was here, and what had happened to John. "He's right upstairs. You know where his room is right?"Um Yeah thanks".

Sean took a seat on the sofa and switched on the television. Feeling safe momentarily, Mark took up the stairs and entered John's room. "John!"Mark?" John said with great surprise. "What do you want? What are you doing here?"What's your cousin doing here?" he muttered. "Sean?

He's taking care of me. I'm not well and my parents had to go out so he's here to keep an eye on me". Mark was in despair. He had no idea what to do.

"John you " re cousin is a murderer. I saw him kill someone in an ally yesterday."What are you talking about? Are you insane? That guys my best friend after you!"If I am your best friend, you will believe me. I know its hard to believe but you have to.

Please"Alright, let's say you are right, what do you intend to do?" he responded in disbelief. "I... don't know yet, but I know it isn't safe here."He's my cousin! He isn't going to hurt me!" he yelled in disgust. "Well he may hurt me if he knows what I do" he spoke wearily "Look I can prove it, well follow him when he leaves okay? Just tell your mom that you are coming to my place for dinner. ' John gave him a look a disagreement. "Alright" They followed Sean that night with extreme caution.

John felt ashamed, spying on his cousin. Mark on the other hand was worried of being detected. They followed him to a street they were unfamiliar of. He stopped, and peered around to make sure he was not being followed, and entered a unoccupied building.

They quietly followed soon after. Within the building, was a man gagged and tied to a chair with thick rope. Sean and the man were far, but within vision of the two close friends. Sean began to thrash the man painfully. Blood oozed over his clothing and the floor. They exchanged fearful looks and crept out safely.

"Do you believe me now?" Mark said. John remained silent for a moment. He appeared to be in a traumatic state. "What do we do now?" From the shadows, Sean stepped out. "Nothing. You boys aren't going anywhere".

John had never seen such a look from Sean. His eyes blazed like a dancing fire. He had cornered them in a dead end. He moved slowly forward. He wielded a switchblade. As he was about to strike at Mark, John step in between.

"What are you doing Sean? You " re my cousin and you " re going to kill my best friend?"You both have seen what I do. I cannot allow you to go". His voice was cold and showed no sympathy.

The howling wind combing their hair was all that could be heard. "Stop right there! Don't move! Drop the weapon" The shadow of a figure wielding a gun edged closer to the three. Sean turned, and dropped the knife. The man approached slowly.

At last it was clear he was a police officer. He pushed Sean to the wall and cuffed his hands together behind his back. "Officer?" Mark questioned "Officer Martin", he replied calmly. "I have been observing this person for a long time, but could not attain anything against him. That is till now. I lost him awhile back.

Lucky I found you guys when I did."Thank you", Mark said. "What's going to happen to him?" John asked eagerly. "Not sure, its not my choice". Sean was sentenced to life imprisonment. John never completely accepted his cousin's behaviour and blamed himself for it for some reason.

But with Marks companionship, they continued their early stage of their lives. THE END.