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“Wow!”, Jacob exclaims glancing at the alarm clock at his bedside, “1:00 already? Boy did I sleep in!” The boy groggily shuffled out to bed and opens his door, letting it hit against the wall with a soft thump. As he made his way to the stairs, Jacob noticed his mother walking up the steps, a basket of clothes hugged against her body. “Morning sleepy head, finally decided to wake up?”, mother asks in a cheery tone upon noticing the disgruntled looking Jacob standing in the landing. “Yeah, I forgot to... set my alarm... again”, Jacob states tiredly, rubbing his eye with a boney finger. “I swear with your inability to remember to set that clock of yours you’ll never get anywhere on time.”, mother states, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Mom”, Jacob replies, “I don’t need to get anywhere on time, it’s a saturday. Don’t sweat it.” Just then his mother lets out a exasperated moan, then says “Fine, fine. I’ll be down stairs in a minute, breakfast is on the table when ever you’re ready”. The woman finishes her sentence just as she’d escaped into the laundry room, shutting the door with the heel of her
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
Olivia Caridi was sent home last week on The Bachelor, but that doesn't mean that Ben Higgins thinks the worst of her. The two just weren't meant to be, but now Ben Higgins is defending her against haters. Wet Paint shared what Higgins had to say about Olivia. He doesn't think she is near as bad as the people watching The Bachelor seem to think about her.
Alice! It’s time to get up! Come eat your breakfast. I need the both of you to go tend to your chores afterwards.” [Mother] “I am awake Mum, it’s El who is still laying in bed with his pillow over his head.”
2.32. The number that looked me in the eyes my first quarter of Junior year and told me I was a failure. 2.32. The number that causes a chill to go down my spine. Asking to go to the bathroom during class so I could make sure that I read this right. Could it have been a mistake? I'm sure I got more B's than this. 2.32. I had chosen to blame my father for this hideous GPA. I had chosen to blame my teachers for buying their teaching license on the internet. I blamed everyone else, but the one who was most guilty was looking back at me in the mirror. I had been the cause for this junky GPA. I had let all the events in my life get to me and expected that I would get my usual GPA by never doing work, never asking for help. I had isolated myself for a few months, I couldn't do homework
You ain’t goin’ to like this one bit. You know Lawrence? That sweet boy… that poor sweet boy…. They lynched him. Those white-skin monsters lynched him! I didn’t attend to his death of course, but I’ve seen that rope around his neck, John. You want to know how I saw it? It isn’t because they told me and showed me his hanging corpse. They put a picture of that sweet boy on our doorstep. Can you believe the nerve of them?! Putting a picture of that boy hanging there on our doorstep!
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, oh man I'm late for work again, boss is going to fire me it’s this time I know it. today is December 26, 2016 and this happens every week and I've only had the job 3 weeks and I hate it,
“Jada are you in there?” Her mother chirped, knocking on the wooden bedroom door. Jada buried her face in the blankets. Without an answer, Mrs Clark walked in and sat down on the chair beside her desk.
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...ocial interaction between Beverly and her son. From the bus stop she could only think of returning to her family of orientation, so she called her father to come pick her up. At first, on the way home, they did not talk much but after a while of getting used to being around each other again, they sang a song that they used to sing when she was a little girl. The song was called “Dream”, and it reminded Beverly of the life she had when she was a young girl and didn’t disgrace the family’s name yet.
The author describes his reluctance to get up, pulling the sheets and blankets over his head. And after he gets up the author uses words such as “dragged himself into” and “shuffled downstairs” to show how tired Jake is. If you have a younger sibling it’s easier to relate to the contrast between him and his sister. That contrast being her wide awake and excited, and his reluctance and sleepiness. Also because the author describes a normal morning and routine after they say it happens day after day, you can easily picture your own routine, going on day by day.
The glistening sun rises; it's visually impairing light shines upon my closed eyelids forcing me to wake up. I slowly look around the cramped stuffy room. The tired worn out men were fast asleep; probably dreaming about the mystical day we all achieve our long wished fantasy, to finally get out of this ranch and live our own life’s freely. Lennie woke up startled then violently rolled out of his squeaky bunk. “Good morning Lennie” I softly whispered. He silently whispered back “good morning George” with a huge pleased grin from ear to ear across his smug face.
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