I'm on the edge of living and death, wow. What have I done?
Man vs. Society
Anything you'd like to own up to, Cole Matthews?
"Don't! Don't! I'm Sorry I Came Home Late. I'll Obey! Please, Dad, Don't! Life's Not A Game! Please Stop!"
Man vs. Man
Don't tell on me again Driscal!
"His soaked clothes chilled his bones. The hard ground pushed at his wounded body like a big hand shoving him away.
Man vs. Self
"'Everybody please stand and hold hands.' she said. Cole didn't like holding hands with his parents, on on each side. His hands were clammy, and he found himself comparing his mother's frightened, weak squeeze to his father's iron-hand grip."
Man vs. Nature
"He attacked him and started hitting him hard in the face with his bare fists. Peter was no match, and soon Cole had pounded him bloody. - When Peter tried to escape, he tripped and fell to the ground. Cole jumped on him again and started smashing his head against the sidewalk."
Stop! Please! It's the rightful thing to do!
"His rage ignited. Cole jumped to his feet and stormed across the jail cell. He tipped over his metal-framed bed and started hitting the wall harder and harder. Soon blood form his scraped knuckles smeared the concrete."
"Cole gripped the knife with his left hand and clawed with his right at some long stalks of Devil's Club --anything to pull himself away from the raking claws of the bear."