Great Expectations Writing Assignment.
Orlick crept toward the back door, quietly and discreet as not to be heard, and looked into the old distasteful window and there he set his vengeful eyes upon her, Mrs. Joe. The evil menace stood there, going about her cooking, not taking heed to the revengeful eyes glaring at her through the window. Orlick despised of Mrs. Joe, he had such hatred for her after today that he decided to get retribution on her tonight, once and for all. Old Mrs. Joe always "bullied and beat" poor Orlick, not that she treated him any different than anyone else, but Orlick had finally had enough. If it were up to Orlick he would have done away with Mrs. Joe long before now, but that was then, this is now, and he was set in his mind and heart that tonight, would be Mrs. Joe's last.
Clenching the leg iron tighter in his worn blacksmith hands while standing outside in the mid-afternoon sky, Orlick came to the back door of the kitchen of the Gargery household, twisted the worn knob, and entered. Closing the door behind him so quietly as not to give forewarning that he had entered. He was to come out of the house a alleviated man. Standing there, unaware to the danger behind her, was Mrs. Joe. Orlick moved stealthily toward her, stepping ever so lightly on the worn, creaky wood floors beneath him. First step .fine, second step . fine, third step ."CREEEAKKKKK". Mrs. Joe, with her fine hearing, dropped the spoon in her hand and turned around as fast as a lighting bolt. Who did she see standing before her other than Orlick.
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"O what in Gods name are you doin" in my house?" asked Mrs. Joe.
Orlick responded back in a chilling voice " I am so tired of you treatin" old Orlick and everyone else in this world any way you want, you evil old shrew of a women".
"And what are you, you no good, dusty, worn, half a" blacksmith, gonna do about it huh?" replied Mrs. Joe with the most disdainful attitude in her speech.
