Personal Writing: My Life Line

Part I of Essay
I had been doing the same thing for a long time. School ..... home ..... school ..... home. I felt I was about to scream with the monotony. In the morning I could almost drive to school in my sleep. Then one day my friend Hank came and got me out of the rut. Hank ....

Part II of Essay
.... out a , “very good, how are you?” He didn't look like, act like, or even dress like an American, but with a name like Hank it was the only thing that would make sense to me. If his name had been Akbar or Jabar, it wouldn't have been so strange for me. But Hank?...come on. What were his parents thinking. It could start a tribal war or whatever those people in India do for fun. Although I was confused I shook his hand warmly. He continued on to his room and I went back to watching TV. Then I heard my dad talking to him. ....