Walter's perspective

I need that money! What does mama need the money for anyway? She's too old to chase her dreams. I am the man in this house and I should be the one earning money for the family! This job I currently have isn't gonna cut it. I need to get investment money for Willie and Bobo and become rich from the liquor store. If only the women in this household will understand!They treat me like I'm a kid who doesn't know what I'm doing; well, they're wrong! The investment plan is solid, I know Bobo and Willie personally and their good people. If I buy in on this deal I can become the man that dad could never be. A man that doesn't serve other men and is the boss of himself. I can be like those white boys in the restaurant making million dollar deals with each other. That is who I'm supposed to be,and yet I'm stuck in this miserable job. What does Travis even think of me? How does Ruth see me? She probably thinks I'm a failure. At this rate even Beneatha is gonna surpass me and become a doctor. I want the title of the savior of this family and I want power. I want to rule other people, I want to be able to buy my family extravagant presents to show off to other people. But now,all my dreams rests in the hands of mama's money,and I need  that money bad.

Puzzle paragraph- Anticlimactic

I was taking the vocabulary quiz about rhetoric modes and features when I fell into deep slumber and had a weird dream. The dream went like this: after School I walked outside to catch my bus;as I was reaching my destination, I was intercepted by a suspicious looking white van and was kidnapped. Moments later I was dragged out of the vehicle blind folded and decended in an elevator into what seemed to be an underground facility. My kidnappers took off my blindfold and escorted me into a room where I met the renowned chef Gorda Ramsey. He told me that he decided to make me his apprentice and offered to  train me in this underground kitchen. Of course,I accepted his offer. For the next two weeks,I was coached rigorously by Gordon. Receiving his classic insults that he uses on everyone such as, "You're a disgrace," or "I wish you'd just jump in the oven! It would make my life a lot easier." Finally,I was able to earn Gordon's approval.  I was no longer that boring kid once upon a time, long long ago who didn't know how to cook;I was the successor of Moses equivalent of the culinary world. As Gordon and I parted ways, and I was driven back to my house,we were intercepted again midway by members of the Pink Elephant Mafia. I was enslaved and became the Head chef of the Pink Elephant Mafia kitchen for eternity. Brainwashed by our recent English classes,I woke up from the dream trying to identify aspects of verisimilitude.

The end