Hatchet Book Report Novels & Stories

Wednesday. It was finally time to submit my book report on Great Expectations. As I handed in my five-paged report to Ms. Borja, I breathed a sigh of relief. I went through a lot to finish my report, struggling with a roller coaster of emotions and several all too familiar parallelisms along the way, but I overcame everything and came up with a report that I was proud of. Though it was somehow bittersweet that it was over, I knew that I would always remember the life and love lessons from Great Expectations.

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

During gym class, when Coach Jim was watching, she missed six baskets in a row. Wednesday, March 17th. The cafeteria ran out of dessert. The last person to get a dessert was the person right in front of Jane Waleski and Emily Zuckerman. Friday, March 28th. Jane and Emily finally did their book reports, Ms. Reeds told them that the books they read were too short, even though she never told the class ahead of time that the book-report books had to be a certain length. Jane's book had 97 pages. Emily's book had 78 pages. Lucy Adams's book had 357 pages.

I'll wait until morning, however, before attempting to eat. Pushing the two leather padded armchairs together so they're directly across from and facing each other as a make-shift bed which will be far more comfortable than sleeping on the hard stone floor. Wiggling back into my sleeping bag, I prop my legs up on the other chair and shift around until I'm settled and get as comfortable as my battered body and aching head will tolerate. Becoming stranded by a rainstorm and spending the night in a creepy abandoned mansion is not at all how I anticipated this hiking day trip to end up. One thing is for certain, this is the last solo hike into the middle of nowhere I'll ever do again. Kyra is co

My legs felt weak, unused to the sudden force for movement, but I forced myself to stumble forward. The howls grew louder behind me as I pushed through the thick trees, my breath coming in sharp gasps. The icy wind stung my cheeks, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. The moonlight was my only guide as I turned sharply to the left, hoping to lose them in the dense forest. My eyes caught on a jagged branch lying in the snow, and I scrambled toward it, panting as I reached for the makeshift weapon.

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—

“Stop the car, you b*stard! Stop it right now!” “I don’t want to die with you!” “Don’t you know?!” “Not only is the Hatchet Gang one of the Gang of Six, but they’re also filled with experts! The head of the gang, Kayden Balmer, is near invincible!” “You’ll just cart yourself to your death if you go there now!” “You’re going to look for them for trouble?” “You might not even get past the front door! They’ll send you flying with a single slap to the face!”

“This is not an easy place to exist, Miss Sinclair. Even less so for someone like you.” I knew that already. I had felt it the moment I stepped through the gates. Felt it just moments ago. Mrs. Harrington set down the thick, leather-bound book with a decisive thud, and it was Ashwood academy’s rule book, and she started reading to me, and twelve pages after it still going... My head was spinning with them, each one more rigid than the last.

Throughout the entire walk in the partly dark surroundings, they looked back, watching for people who might try to nab them as they increased their pace with each passing second. Luckily, they made it back to the cabin in no time, and Hazel rushed into their room, walking to her cupboard, which was made of finely crafted wood. Swiftly, she pulled it open, drawing out a black box. She unzipped it while Finn watched her with no clue what she was searching for. After a few seconds of searching, she pulled out a huge book bound at its four corners by a metal clasp. “I cannot believe that I thought I would be studying this the entire stay at camp,” she said as she dusted the cover with her hands.