Journal 4

Then Alex began to recall pride. Pride, that boastful figure with a stout frame who walks in confidence. The Outspoken one who lives in each and everyone of us like a welcome infection with unlimited boundaries. What need does pride have for a shut chest, and what ill ointment can work against him? He sits in sight of all seven seas, overlooking all people. Sitting on his throne, ruling with an iron fist, waiting for an emissary to summon him. He has sat on his grand chair ruling fair above the world, to bear the weight of entirety for as long as the stairway into heaven has been open. Alex was bound to find that eagle perched above him one day. He was scared, yet delighted. Poor Drew! He ought not have shut out that eagle of his. Alex asked Andrew to go in and suggest to allow for a meeting, but Drew answered No. The counselors wuz all right with the Devilish good Drew was shutting out, but could not figure his reasoning. He'd be fine as long as he decided to begin riding the high horse. He wasn't going to cower down. That is what he believed. But Andrew had told him differently, realizing there was nothing to be done. Even without Andrew's comment, he was going to find out the next day, for fellow students began to occupy Junior Hall between tall rows of lockers and between classrooms. Students who before felt threatened by the stretch of hallway allowed themselves to take a peak into the unfolding event. Positioned themselves close to the edge of the hall and paused. Power, that great dictator, had shadowed over the hall.