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Character development introduction
Character development introduction
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Chapter One
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The sun shone on my back as I rolled over in my soft bed and tried to wake up to enjoy my last few moments of freedom before school.
“It’s too early!” I heard my big brother Tom yell into his pillow. Man, did I wish our house had more insulation.
“Skye, come out here, we have something for you.” I huffed and rolled out of bed, only realizing my covers were tangled after getting caught between my 3ft bed and the carpet. And so it begins, I thought, pulling myself out of a mess of a duvet and sheets.
I entered the kitchen and stumbled over the threshold, like I did every morning, and plopped down in the chair across from my brother sipping at my orange juice.
“Your uncle sent some letters,” my mother said, clearly lost in thought while setting a pile of envelopes near my bagel, “all of them were addressed to you.” My brow furrowed, I only have two uncles, one who doesn't seem to know I exist, and one who is in prison for theft. Yeesh, I thought, what is wrong with my family?
“ Which one?” I asked taking another sip of Orange Juice.
She hesitated, “ uncle (Fill),”
WAIT A MINUTE! My brain screamed at me. I inhaled, instantly regretting it and in the process choking on the orange juice until my father threatened to perform the heimlich.
“The one in PRISON?!” I rasped, still not fully recovered from the pulp-filled drink.
“....Yes…” my mother whispered, lost in thought.
Chapter Two
I absent-mindedly pulled my comb through a dark strand of auburn hair. Questions buzzed about my head; Why does a criminal suddenly want to make contact? Why only with me and not my dad (his brother)? Why did the prison even let him send these?.............. Do I reply? NO! Do I even read them? Yes.
A yell origina...
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...it out Will would just stop the gag.
You can stop the charade now!
A few minutes later and I was freaking. There was no response, not even an indication he had read it. And he was crazy about his phone ever since he got it. I ran into my parents bedroom and started shaking my father profusely. He rolled over and blinked.
“Skye?” he asked, voice dampened by sleep. “What’s the matter?”
“I think something bad happened to Will!” I cried.
“Calm down…. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”
“Will’s in danger!” I was sobbing now.
“No, honey, he’s fine. We’re all fine. Go back to bed.”
“No!” I started seeing speckles, and it sounded as if my voice was under water. The sensation of falling into two muscular arms breaking my fall instead of the floor surprised me. I then heard a faint and burbled What the?...... Before losing my already loose grip on consciousness.
bolted the door. He asked me to sit on his lap. Frightened, I obeyed. He kissed me
a bowl of soup from the other end of the table. I quickly took this opportunity
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Although there were many other things to worry about as I transported my flock, my mind still drifted to the merchant's daughter. The dark night sky gave my memory time to fade into familiar sounds and colors that made my recollection of that day clear and vivid.
The Fire raged in the fearless dark, as the glowing eyes from the owls watched them as they slept. No sound besides the wind and the soft breathing from Montag and the rest of the group. The air was full of fog and smoke, to the point you couldn't see your hands. But the sun was rising and Montag awoke with fear running down his spine. “What am I supposed to do,” Montag jumped to his feet.
The storm was coming in quick. Dark silky clouds covered the sky like a wave of sadness. Then Bam! It hit with a force so strong it seemed as if the old mansion would crash down into the earth.
There are two types of mornings: good and bad. Bad are those that usually occur during the weekends. The dreams are never finished to watch, warm bedding does not want you to go, and a little puppy desires even more attention than ever. To counterbalance it, good mornings are those that allow you to sleep until the midday and let the world wait. However, there was one particular day when everything has changed. I was waiting for my alarm to ring and could not wait to get up to proceed with my preparations for the day. That was the year of 2010, my graduation from County High School that is in Lafayette, Indiana.
As I fell, my stomach lurched in a thrilling, heart pounding way. My brain was screaming, demanding that I grab onto something, anything to slow my fall. My body, however, knew exactly what to do.
I was screaming on the top of my lungs and thrashing my body from underneath him. The dads face inched closer, winding his jaw reveling sharp daggers of teeth. As he was going in to bite off my face, I turned away and
January, 1607: It has to be at least 11:30pm this night of January 9th, and I remain awake. Ever since I discovered my skin caked with red speckles two mornings ago, I realized the awful truth. I have scabies. I sit up in my cold, damp bunk and my mind jumps to my legs, which are pringling immensely.
For once he listened to me and went off to get it. People were gathering around again. Watching everything unfold. I was next to the boy, crouched down on the ground to reach eye level with him. His eyes were a dark shade of red. The need to feed was killing him, literally. His eyes were full of shear terror. He hadn't the slightest clue what was going on.
I was flung back into reality when the ice-cold water drenched me completely. Groaning and screaming with anguish, I writhed about on the floor, clutching my body. My eyes were watery from the excruciating pain and my breath came out in sharp, shallow rasps.
a chilly little breeze bites at my cheeks. I take a deep breath and the sweet
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."