Narrative

After having heard that poem at mildred's tonight, I was in tears. Montag's poem was so faund of new ideas that no one has ever thought of before. Like the way the words were layed out throughout the poem, it was just different. I can't quite explain it, but it had a new meaning.
      As I drove home my mind pondered about Montag and Mildred's relationship. They seem so frustrated with one another that I think Mildred might rat him out for having all those books. That couldn't happen. I decided to go back there and steal the books. I knew in my mind that there was no way Montag was going to give me the books, but I need to read them for myself.
     As I pulled up to their home I heared Montag and Mildred arguing once again. I walked up to their bedroom window and luckily they wearn't there. when I was in the house I heard Montag scream at Mildred, "The books are to important! you don't know what's inside them Mildred! Please, don't turn me in..."
     I thought to myself, "Mildred is really getting out of wack. I feel bad for Montag."
I knew that none of this was my business so I grabbed the closest book from their bedroom and left through the window and I went on home. I read the whole book that night, it was something about a boy and his home life. The only problem was the life in which he lived was not the one our society has gone to know.