“Yes, I’m not a child,” Alexa said, smoothing out the sheets of her bed, “I’m getting dressed now.” Her mother left, and Alexa sighed for probably th... ... middle of paper ... ... gone, all because of a syringe. The family, torn in two, and their lives changed forever. Alexa wondered if that hadn’t of happened if she would be the person she was today. Ever since then, she did everything that was asked of her in attempt to make her mother’s life easier. She dyed her hair back to boring old mouse brown – it’s black now, and has been for a while – she improved her grades, she got rid of the friends that encouraged her to rebel against any adult’s authority.
Make-up was 100 percent forbidden, and because of that, I craved it all the more. Each day, while waiting for the van to take me to school, I would creep into my mother’s room, hoping to catch a glance of the mysterious magic and beauty that transformed her from an ordinary housewife into a Queen. That was what she was, I decided. The Queen of make-up. How I loved to watch her bat on a bit of lipstick, comb on a little mascara, and circle her eyes with eyeliner before heading off with a perfume-scented hug that lingered in the air for what seemed like hours after she had left.
Through this quote we can see that Penelope is starting to lose hope in Odysseus returning home. When Eurycleia tells her of the news at first she simply dismisses it as the old nurse going crazy. “Come, Eurycleia, move the sturdy bedstead out our bridal chamber-that room the master built with his own hands. Take it out now, sturdy bed that it is, and spread it deep with fleece, blankets and lustrous throws to keep him warm.” (23.
Walking into the clinic, Kayla has knots in her stomach and a menacing headache. As Kayla signs in at the front desk, the clinic’s clerk nonchalantly asks her how she is doing. With tears in Kayla’s eyes, she responds sharply and slightly offended, “I’m doing fine.” The clerk motions for Kayla to sit down to wait for the doctor. As Kayla is sitting down she thinks about her decision one last time. While Kayla’s mind elaborates on the next hour she hears the doctor call her name and ask her to follow him back to one of the many plain, white emotionless procedure rooms.
Whispering “Happy Birthday Anthony” into the grey sky, a single drop of pain welled up from the corner of Hannah’s eyes before the lump in her though began to engulf her words. Before she knew it, she had broken into a torrent of sobs that rushed down her face; forcing her to collapse to her knees. With her head buried in her hands, her sobs became louder with each rake of her body. In between each of Hannah’s loud cries, Hannah’s mum reassured her, whispering, “It’s okay Hannah. It’s not your fault”.
The Presentation of Miss Havisham in Chapter 8 and in Chapter 49 of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens In chapter 8 of 'Great Expectations', the author, Charles Dickens, initially presents Miss Havisham through Pip's eyes as an eccentric old lady "her hair was white", who lives in seclusion with her adopted daughter, Estella. She lives vicariously through Estella, all her inner thoughts and feelings are brought to life through Estella; therefore she is able to teach her to break the hearts of men. We discover that she was deserted on her wedding day, and then made it her life's purpose to raise Estella as a cruel- hearted woman who'll break the hearts of men and seek revenge on the male population for her unpleasant experience, "Well," says Miss Havisham, "you can break his heart?" She lives in the past, wearing her yellowing wedding dress, "the bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress." This implies an image to Miss Havisham as being an antithesis of a traditional bride.
His fingers curled around the medicine much the way they had curled around the handle of a battered suitcase, shoved at him that morning, along with a frantic medley of words from Nancy Addison. "... and it will only be a day or two. She's really no trouble. If her grandfather weren't so sick, I'd bring her along ... but, with my mother and her arthritis. And Kimberly ... well, she wouldn't understand her grandfather laid up in bed, and all.
Anne Sexton’s version, begins as Cinderella’s mother is on her death bed. She is telling Cinderella to “Be Devout. Be Good. Then I will smile down from heaven in the seam of a cloud.” (Sexton 85) With the death of Cinderella’s mother, we get Bettelheim’s first example of a Fairy Tale; adversity for Cinderella. As the story goes on, Cinderella’s father marries another woman.
About ten minutes had passed when my mother swept into the room fussing as usual about school and trains. She pulled me out of bed and said something else reluctantly I staggered to the bathroom like a drunk after a long nights partying who doesn't know his way back home. I had a cold wash to keep myself awake. I slowly walked back to my room and resisting the urge to crawl back into my warm bed, I put on my drab school uniform. I clambered down the stairs almost tripping on
Besides, chapel only served to "keep us quiet and bored for a set period each day". As Edna writes many times, the simple fact persists that "chapel is stupid" annoyance suprs her eyes to wander, and Edna glances out the window to realize that the Hudson forms a smaller ribbon now, a fainter, delicate version of itself as the train clacks and clings away, soothing her into the curl of almost sleeping. Edna had stayed last night with her cousin Anna in Palisades Park before heading on to Poughkeepisie. They talked in Anna's room until 1 in the morning, pondering "deep and exciting issues of the day", to quote Edna’s journal once again.