All morning, Alice has worn an exuberant smile that only intensifies the closer the time comes to us attending the club. By five o'clock, she's bouncing off the walls. “You don't suppose it's too early to leave now, is it?” she asks the moment she emerges from the bathroom cloaked in a white towel. My gaze drifts from the TV towards her. “You'd better ask Angelo. Besides, he may have something to say about that outfit.” Then again, they are dating, he'd probably enjoy watching her waltz around in little more than a towel. “What are you wearing tonight?” I shrug my shoulders. “I haven't decided yet. What about you?” “Well, I thought I might inquire about that gorgeous green dress of yours.” My lips curve. “And you should wear your blue one.” …show more content…
The moment Angelo rescued me and brought me home, he portrayed such attentiveness to my needs, even in front of Alice. Though this may have been an act of friendship, it caused my love for him to grow, consequently, causing the ache in my fragile heart to deepen. Thought my life, I've only experienced one kind of love, the kind I share with Alice. Upon meeting Angelo, I've discovered something greater than my friendship towards Alice, something to commandeer my thoughts, my actions, and though I wish to express every emotion to him, I'm forced to lock my forbidden love away in a vault. Life has, yet again, played a cruel joke on me, dangling something so precious in front of me that I can never hope to have, and somehow, I must relinquish my love for Angelo, to abolish it, for he belongs to Alice, not me. Another half hour passes by before Alice emerges from her room, decked in her emerald-green dress, with her hair straightened and parted on the left, cascading around her shoulders. With glittering shades of silver, she accentuates the sea-green of her eyes, making them appear evermore alluring than usual while applying a soft pink gloss to her lips. “How do I look?” she asks, performing a twirl to allow her long hair to fan …show more content…
“No, why would you ask?” I lower my gaze to my hands that found each other and commence intertwining my fingers. Ordinarily, my hand would flutter to my mouth for me to chew on my nails, but Alice would berate me for my disgusting habit. The moment she sits beside me, she gathers my hands within hers. “No, you're not evil.” With my head remaining low, I glance sideways at her. “Why did they abuse me if I'm not evil?” “Babe, they're the evil ones, not you.” “Why did John try to—” My eyes slide closed, whereupon she releases my hands only to envelope me in her arms. Her sweet perfume imbues my nostrils as I rest my head on her shoulder. “Neither of us can understand why they chose to torture you, we'd need to be as sick as they are first. So that alone proves you're not evil. As for John, we can place him in the same category as them, Patsy too, because she lied to us about him.” “What if she doesn't know his true colours?” She scoffs. “They've been friends their entire lives like us. Of course, she knows. Have either of them tried to contact you?” “No, only John yesterday.” “We should block their numbers just in case.” I nod my head. “Do you believe I'll ever find love like you
“How am I supposed to know who I had got hitched to, let alone who was dumb enough to pick you two.”
Her mother had died after being hit by a reckless driver. Alice, a fifteen-year old, African-American girl, was now without her natural and most influential guide on how to cope with the powerful transition from girl to lady.
...a bead of blood off her finger with my kerchief. “Is it better?” I ask.
One day I was invited to Tom and Daisy’s lunch. It was a good news for me obviously, I was desperate to see Daisy. I was so desperate, I wanted her to live with me now and I have decided to tell Tom that who Daisy love is not him but it is me. That day, I told everything to Tom and I just needed Daisy to conform what I was saying was true.
To begin with Abigail and I have been bestfriends since Pre-K. We were like two peas in a pod. From the first time we encountered one another our friendship became solid. However, like in any friendships or relationships there will be times when you dont see eye to eye. I guess this was one of those times.
(Suspense. SYNOPSIS: 60-year-old Anne Irwin is thankful that she still has an excellent memory, until a surgical procedure makes her look more like a curse.)
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
Still Alice, was based on the novel “Still Alice” a book release in 2007 by Lisa Genova. The
Ben takes advantage of this, knowing how much John trusts him. "I don't think there's much chance of that. I don't think I've ever seen a girl so keen.
In the poem “Alice” by Shel Silverstein, many interpretations can be made about how to be different than other people. To begin the author uses a hyperbole, when he states “and she grew so tall\ down she shrank so small” (Silverstein 2.) The author might have used these to give a sense of risk-taking in the text to show that she actually was gargantuan after she drank the drink called drink me, then shrank down after she ate from the plate called taste me. And at the end of the poem, Shel wrote “ and so she changed, while other folks tried nothin’ at all” (Silverstein 5-6.) This could be implied to our theme; Do lots in your life and take lots of risks, because it's better to do something than nothing at all.
One day a beautiful young girl named Rose was getting ready for her first day of high school.She was really excited she could hardly sleep last night, Rose wore her new uniform with pride and had her hair neatly done. Rose gave her mum and dad a kiss and leaped out the door. As Rose was walking to school she had many different emotions running through her head, one minute Rose was happy and the next she was ready to run home and hide under her sheets. Rose finally got to her new school where she was going to spend the next 4 years of her life. Rose saw a teacher and decided to ask if she knew where she could find the homeroom lists. The teacher replied saying “Yes you can find the list on the notice board near the tuckshop!” the teacher pointed
The feeling pulls me back to the first time we held each other this way. I knew when she held me then that she loved me, but the way she is holding me now wasn’t love, she needs me to save her. Daisy didn’t have to pretend, I know I’m the only one who can give her the life she wants. “Everything will be fine, Daisy!” I say looking down at her shining teary blue eyes.
"Don't let that come between you two though. When he comes back and asks for your number, you be sure to give it to him." Again, I rolled my eyes. Iris and her daydreams.
The Role of Rational Thinking in Alice’s Identity Crisis. Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland follows the story of a young Alice trapped in the world of Wonderland after falling down through a rabbit hole. The rabbit-hole, which is filled with bookshelves, maps, and other objects, foreshadows the set of rules, the ones Alice is normally accustomed to, that will be defied in Wonderland. This conflict between her world and Wonderland becomes evident shortly after her arrival as evinced by chaos in “Pool of Tears” and Alice brings up the main theme of the book “was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.
The musical piece “Alice’s Theme” was composed in 2010 by composer Danny Elfman. This piece was written for Walt Disney Pictures’ “Alice in Wonderland”. Danny Elfman has represented Alice as lonely, questioning herself and anxious until the end of the film where she discovers her true purpose. Her journey is gradually revealed and represented through the different sections, instruments and lyrics. This is through the successful use of all the musical elements. These musical elements include duration, expressive devices, pitch, structure and texture.