What is Alfred going to do? Approaching the end of chapter 12, he's made some bad decisions and now he is going up to the gym to clean out his locker. When he enters, he finds Mr. Donatelli sitting in his familiar spot, sitting in the same chair he always does.
Write a half-page conversation between Alfred and Mr. Donatelli that shows what Alfred is going to do next...Is he going to quit? Is he going to stick it out? Make sure you use correct format and quotes.
“Hey Mr Donatelli.”
ReplyDeleteMr Donatelli said nothing “I been training hard” Alfred said.
“Have you?” Mr Donatelli replied “Sorry I haven’t been here in a couple days” said Alfred “ I just been busy ya know”
“With what ?” Mr Donatelli asked. “I just been working at the store and stuff”
“Really?”
“Yeah” said Alfred. “You don’t sound so well”
“I just have a cold said Alfred”
“Do you” said Mr Donatelli “Look Mr Donatelli” said Alfred I screwed and I don’t know what to do”
“Now that sounds like a legitimate answer” Said Mr Donatelli “Now exactly what did you screw up?”
Alfred sighed and answered with “I went to a party and did some bad choices like drinking”
“Oh” Mr Donatelli Replied
Mr Donatelli stood up and walked over to Alfred and put his hand on his shoulder
“Alfred life is not always fair, but sometimes you need to think of what you wanna do first with a clear head before attempting it” Mr Donatelli said “Do you understand?”
“I think so” said Alfred
“Good, than lets get to training” Said Mr Donatelli.
“Hello Mr. Donatelli,” Said Alfred
ReplyDeleteas he slowly entered the Gym.
“Hello Alfred”, Donatelli replied
“Why havent you been here in the last three days Alfred?”
“I was at home resting Mr. Donatell.”
Mr. Donatelli said “why are you look so hungover Alfred?”
I don't know well because I went to a clubbing party with people.
Alfred said I am done with boxing because it is not my sport to do anymore.
Mr. Donatelli said “why Alfred why are you dropping out to be a boxer and maybe a professional boxer?”
Mr. Donatelli said “that is your choice Alfred but you are making the biggest mistake of your life”.
“Alfred whatever you decide is your problem but remember you always wanted to be a professional boxer Alfred”.
“Well see you later Mr. Donatelli”
“Bye Alfred” Mr. Donatelli said.
“Hello Mr. Donatelli,” said Alfred
ReplyDeleteas he slowly entered the gym.
“Hello Alfred,” Donatelli replied.
“Where have you been?,” Mr.Donatelli asked.
“I am sorry,” said Alfred.
“What for?,” Mr.Donatelli asked.
“I was at the clubroom with Major, Sonny, Hollis and they gave me drugs.” Alfred admitted.
“ How could you?,” said Mr.Donatelli, sounding angry.
“You are cannot come work here again,” Mr.Donatelli said. “Go pack up your stuff from the locker room.”
“I am really sorry,” Alfred said, slowly walking out the door.
Mr.D said “hello Alfred, where have you been?”
ReplyDelete“ I’'ve been places and some parties.”
“You shood came back,” Mr. Donatelli replied.
“I've been thinking about my life”.
“I'm not going to force you to come back you gotta want to come back and you can't give up with everything.”Mr.D said
“I will have to think”.
Alfred walk over to the lockers
Mr.D sat on the chair
Alfred was about to walk out then bud and jelly walk in
Bud said “afraid I haven't seen you in a long time”.
Alfred said “The running and workout are tiring over and over “.
Jelly said anything “we can help you with getting you back on track”
“ yea sure you can be running buddies”
Mr.D just sat there and listened
Alfred said “ok bye I gotta go”.
Bud and Jelly said “bye Alfred”
Alfred slowly and quietly trying to making his way past mr donatelli, but fails
ReplyDeletemr Donatelli then said “ so Alfred where have you been. its been weeks since i've seen you at the gym”.
“resting” i said. “from what” Mr Donatelli asked? I broke my ankle running. ahhhhhhh said Mr Donatelli i see how it is you came back to insure that your still training. “ Yes i said that's why i came back i was just making sure everything is alright”.
well thank you for coming back now i'm going to ask you to go home and put some ice on that ankle.
“Alfred, where have you been?” asked Donatelli.
ReplyDelete“Running,” replied Alfred.
“Alfred, tell the truth,” scolded Donatelli
“I was hanging out with Major, Sonny and Hollis,” replied Alfred.
“Alfred if you want to be a boxing champ you can’t slack off,” explained Donatelli.
“But I want to be a Champ that slacks off,” complained Alfred.
“Well life doesn't work that way,” explained Donatelli.
“Well I wasn't feeling good either,” Alfred noted.
“Well no wonder you smell like cocaine,” replied Donatelli.
“Well I went to a party where there was cocaine,” noted Alfred.
“It also looks like you have been snacking on junk food,” Donatelli noted.
“Well I went to Coney island yesterday,” replied Alfred.
“You also seem drunk,” Donatelli told Alfred.
“There was alcohol at the party too,” relied Alfred
“That's it Alfred, if you ever skip a day again you can’t box here no more, do you got that?” questioned Donatelli
“ Yes sir,” replied Alfred.
He took the old steps one at a time, twice stopping to catch his breath. last time I have to go up these crummy steps. Donatelli was sitting on a folding chair, tipped back, staring out the window. He didn't turn around.
ReplyDeleteSlowly Alfred stuffed his sweat shirts, trunks, supporters, socks, his secondhand boxing shoes into a paper shopping bag. Maybe I can sell them to Bud Martin for some new kid who would really use them. He felt tears in his eyes. He looked at the square head, silhouetted against the flickering neon lights. Turn around, turn around. If you don't look now, you never going to see me again. He slammed the locker shut. The clang echoed through the room. The head didn't turn.
At the door, Alfred said, ¨Good-bye, Mr. Donatelli.¨
The head barely moved. ¨Good-bye. Good luck to you.¨
¨Well ... So long. Thanks.¨
¨You're welcome.¨
¨I'm sorry.¨
¨You've got nothing to apologize to me for.¨
¨Mr. Donatelli?¨
¨Yes.¨
¨If... if I had wanted to, would I have... you know, been a contender?¨
¨Don't ask me.¨
¨Then who?¨ said Alfred
¨Yourself . Anyone can be taught how to fight. A contender, that you have to do yourself.¨
¨If I wasn't giving up, would I ever have got a chance to spar?¨
¨Probably.¨
¨To have a real fight someday?¨
¨Perhaps.¨
¨Would you know then?
¨Maybe.¨
¨Maybe? only maybe?¨ The head didn't move. When would you know?¨
¨When you got hurt in ring for the first time, really hurt. Then I would know.¨
¨Would you...¨ He let the shopping bag drop.
¨Will you tell me then? When you know?¨
¨I won't have to, Alfred. You'll know, too.¨