It was a freezing Friday afternoon. It was superbly cold outside, that’s why Aria, Blair, and I snuck into Mrs. Clark’s class for recess instead of going out. We walked into the warm cream colored classroom, it was simple yet comforting. In the back was an oak wood shelf on top of it was a cage holding Mrs. Clark’s pet snake, Regis. Next to Regis’ cage was something standing tall in the back of the classroom. The odd object was covered in a shimmering gold cloth. At that time, we were still standing in the doorway as Aria said,” I forgot my cupcake in my locker, I’ll be right back.” Blair and I slowly walked to the mysterious cloth, wondering what we would find. I was creeped out so I watched the object like a hawk. Now we were next to it, then I blurted out “I dare you!” “You dare me to what?” Blair asked nervously. I sighed,” Don’t act dumb, you know what I mean pull off the cloth!” A few seconds later, she did, what we found was old metal machine. As we examined the odd machine carefully a laser began beaming and zapped us. We were now very close to the ground,” oh man we sh...
Tommy is bored by his small town with its “ordinary lesson, complete with vocabulary and drills,” at school (p. 46, l. 137), and his mom not listening about his day, “Did you hear me?...You have chores to do.” (p. 58, l. 477-479) Everyone knows everyone else in Five Oaks. In comes Mrs. Ferenczi talking about things he and his classmates had never heard of before. Things like a half bird-half lion called a Sryphon, Saturn and its mysterious clouds, and sick dogs not drinking from rivers but waiting for rain all in one lesson (p. 55-56, l. 393-403). Ideas never stop coming and they branch out from each other before they are properly explained. Most of the kids feel she lies, but Tommy joins her in …. (Write here about how Tommy begins to make up stories like Mrs. F.) Think of the progression: looks-up “Gryphon” in the dictionary….makes-up “Humpster “ story….”sees” unusual trees on the bus ride home….yells at & fights
After the disappearance of Mrs.Starch, Smoke appeared at school. He was clean and dressed nice, nobody even recognize him after that change. Some kids thought that “It’s got to be an imposter”(p.105). At first he was all bad and he had an thing with fire but now he is a totally different person. Mrs. Starch, a biology teacher was strict and never missed a day of school. She took “care of a baby panther”
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
I curiously pondered what I would discover if I walked to the end, but I never discovered if a trail led to a creek bed or a field filled with wildflowers. Instead, I walked halfway until I decided to leave what laid there to my imagination. Truthfully, I regretted not continuing to finish my adventures, but my fear of snakes kept me from moving on. That day, I encountered a live snake sleeping in its natural habitat. After seeing the cottonmouth’s body coiled in a muddy ditch near me, I feared meeting another snake if I was not careful. Even though Maria tried to convince me to follow her through brambles and tall grasses into a wide clearing, I remained with Shams and her melodica. The coral orange and lavender wildflowers swaying in the clearing tempted me to follow though. Sauntering on the cut-out trails, Shams and I serenaded animals hidden amongst the trees with Prokofiev and Rachmaninoff. While on one particular path, a family of deer leaped quickly across our road. They jumped so gracefully and silently in the air that I stopped playing Mozart to watch them. Mosquitoes swarmed and bit my exposed skin as Shams led me to see a hole that dropped almost thirty feet to the bottom of a
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
“Shut up i can talk how ever i want!” Lilly yelled, before she could turn right on the left side of her cheek, Mr. WIlson socked her. She ran down the hall with tears rolling down her face all the way to her bedroom slamming the door before Mr. Wilson could say anything else. She then threw herself on the ground bursting into tears. Laying on the floor she spotted something under her bed which at first seemed like a piece of old bark but it was the Monkey’s paw. Curiosity Lily inspected he paw not knowing the dangers it had caused. She then placed it in her pocket, thinking about how bad life was treating her.
No, it wasn’t out of euphoria, no it was secretive as I let the bulletproof fabric descend down her back, creeping down her dress making a trail along her spinal cord. Secretly, moving my hand to the product, I positioned my hand right atop of it, gliding the item to slip to her hip bone. Withdrawing my hand, I placed it upon her cheek slyly.
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
Jonathan Swift’s poem, “A Lady’s Dressing Room,” represents a man’s love for a woman as the author, Strephon, and audience explore the happenings inside a woman’s bedroom. Like many other men, Strephon is an obsessed lover whose vision of women is distorted by eighteenth century radical ideals of love and beauty. While the poem is a satire, Swift tries to establish that love is blind and presents that love is only based on beauty of women. By introducing an idealistic lover into a realistic environment, he examines the disturbing end results as Celia falls from her godlike state. As she is humanized, Swift successfully demolishes the ridiculous fantasies of love and beauty, and men are also able to see more clearly behind the clothing and make-up. In “A Lady’s Dressing Room,” Swift exposes the contradiction between idealized love created by eighteenth century society and reality, as he forces Strephon see past Celia’s façade by investigating Celia’s dressing room and discovering traumatizing facts as well as disillusioning him with the help of Swift’s vivid description.
It was a dark gloomy night at the Ole Cabin in Kentucky. Four friends were having their own camping trip in the woods at Ole’s Cabin. Little did they know the Ole cabin was abandoned for decades. They say about five years ago, five campers were killed that night in the cabin but that was just a silly story that has been going around these years. RJ, Amy, MJ, and Louis started preparing their bed to go to sleep after their long journey from Canada. The Cabin has five rooms; four of them were bedrooms and one was the living room. Before RJ went to the door to his room; he bumped into the tall pillar and a shiny object fell into his backpack without him realizing it. The lights were out when the five friends decided to call it a night. Amy was still awake and couldn’t go to sleep. She went to get a water bottle from the living room. All of a sudden Amy started to scream. RJ, MJ, and Louis came out of their rooms and saw Amy screaming in fear. “What’s wrong Amy?” said Emma. Amy pointed at the wooden entrance door. On the door there was a writing written in blood. “Put back the turtle…” ...
Usually when you end up drifting off to sleep, you fall into a deep sleep and begin to experience a so called dream.” However, most children, and even some adults, experience some even more terrifying so called dreams. These dreams are called nightmares. Nightmares have been occurring in people’s sleep for hundreds of years. People have been interested in them for centuries and they have quite an interesting past to them.
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
We all have day dream Sometimes are good and bad. Bad ones sometimes we sweat, pee and kick. You know when a child has a nightmare, they come to you-you give comfort and hold them they sleep with you. With Indian, they send their child back to bed to teach them to keep dream same one over and over so they grow up to be strong. Reason to talking about this because I have a bad dream about Deaf institute How to solve it, thought to bring you into my dream. Many of hearing don 't know what deaf institute. Some hearing thinks send a child away from parent feeling like a creep or hard to do because how they learn and cope. Some hearing think child are monster,
couldn't drift off. It was no use. I turned on my lamp and stood up.