“Oh, for God’s sake…” Skulduggery shouted before slamming his palm against the air and throwing Nye into the wall. “I have figured out,” Darquesse began, “That I will no longer be able to function in the outside world. I mean, I’m not doing too badly right now but given what happened last time I don’t think I want to be that humiliatingly frail again.” Valkyrie huffed. “Get to the point.” “Alright, alright. I’m just putting on a show.
“None right now, but maybe later tonight” “Okay,” As she leaves, I sneak out a pair of keys from the top drawer of my dresser. They’re to the shed in the backyard, where I’ve secretly hidden a time machine I’ve built with tentative motives. After finishing breakfast, it was eggs, I head outside. “I’m going out!” I call to the house before shutting the door. When I make it back around the house to the shed, a qualm fills my heart.
I’ll live on my own. If only I had somewhere else I could go. He hit me again today. It’s happening more and more. I’m going to leave soon, I don’t care that I don’t have anywhere to go I just need to get out of this house.
In the days when I was still new to the university library, I used to intentionally yet inadvertently drop an extra novel into my book bag when I thought no one was looking. But this time I was absolutely certain I had not taken this book out on purpose. Brimming with ravenous curiosity, I carefully removed the elastic band that held the book closed and saw a small puff of dust erupt as the book unravelled. I knew as soon as I opened it that it was no library book- it was a personal journal. People usually took their own journals wherever they went, and would occasionally be seen writing in them even while they ate.
The next time the book came out was when it was time to return it back to the library. My teacher pulled me aside and asked why I have not been doing the weekly reading A.R test, and I explained to her how I don 't like the books we read at school because they are boring. She told me how fun reading was and I just did not believe her, besides books that have cool pictures. She told me I can spend the week looking in the library for a book I will actually read so I can test on
She said “this book says if ... ... middle of paper ... ...ered me tea but I kindly refused I asked them If they seen the book Sylvia bought from me. Mrs. likens said “yes we have and it’s a very odd book”. I asked if I could see it and they said “sure”. I started skimming through the book till I found the book mark I gave her. It looked like the picture I saw in my store but it was different.
Most of the papers I wrote in my college career were saved electronically. Unfortunately, some technical problems came up and I lost all of these. This setback significantly reduced my options. However, while this hindrance may be considered a tragedy, in reality it turned out to be a... ... middle of paper ... ...ate with an English Literature Major, I know that the Literature has always been a strong theme in my life. Thinking back on me as a child, I see myself stuffing a towel in the crack of my bedroom door so my parents wouldn’t see that the light was on (because I was covertly reading instead of sleeping as I was supposed to).
I would come home and start on my homework because then it was something I looked forward to doing. I loved my English class but it was a challenge since I couldn’t speak English at home, it wasn 't allowed. I would get a timeout if I used that language because "Aqui se habla inglés el lenguaje que entendemos todos". When I couldn’t understand some homework I would ask my mom for help on writing and math. I remember one specific night because it was the only night I ever yelled at my mom.
Considering the fact that I wasn 't at the reading level to read those books myself, after my sister read them to me it was easier for me to read them on my own and understand them. She would read books from the Harry Potter series, A Series Of Unfortunate Events series and Nicholas Sparks’ A Walk To Remember. At the age of four, I was able to read and enjoy all these famous book series and authors. As I started kindergarten, I found myself bored in school. The lesson plan did not account for my higher education in literature.
After getting squashed, pinched and pushed someone pushed me out. I landed on the cold white gro... ... middle of paper ... .... In other words so he could make sure that I didn't murder anyone else. Walking through the front door, I looked around seeing the magenta walls and the wooden floor. I strolled into the kitchen, hoping to get myself an apple to eat since I didn't get any breakfast this morning.