"Lauralee and Lacey Light!" A deep, stern voice bellowed throughout the large sleeping chambers of the young princesses. Groans and muffled yawns bounced of the dull stone walls as the two girls slowly awoke.
"It's midnight, Father. Why are you waking us up so early?" A soft, beautiful voice danced out of the mouth of one of the princesses, and through the air into the ears of the King.
"You must wake up now and be ready for your first meal at twelve thirty. After that, you must get ready for your lunchtime party, which will be held promptly at ten o'clock until twelve o'clock, and then proceed to change again for the grand ball being held in your honour tonight," King Kyle responded with a steady, demanding voice.
Both girls sat up in their large, king sized beds. The younger twin pulled back her light pink canopy to reveal her disshevelled hair and droopy eyes. The older twin stretched and pulled the blanket over her head, refusing to wake up so early.
"Yes, your grace," Lauralee, the younger twin, nodded obediantly at the King's request. "We will be in the dining hall in half an hour."
"Good."
Lauralee Light slumped over as soon as the large wooden door slammed closed. Her blonde hair fell over her eyes in sweaty knots, and her mouth felt dry. She rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands and stretched up, feeling the relief as she cracked her stiff back.
"Wake up, Lacey," Lauralee demanded, pulling back the black lace canopy covering her sisters bed. Lacey's short, dark-brown hair was barely visible beneath the thick duvet, and the rest of Lacey was a mere lump in the sheets.
"Just nine more hours," Lacey responded lazily, dragging the covers off her face to glower at her sister.
"You heard Father, we have to b...
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...ully before returning to their quaters. Lauralee entered the large dining hall to see her father and mother already seated at the long table at the head of the room. Lauralee bent her leg and dipped respectfully, curtsying to her royal parents. The nodded their approval, and Lauralee began the long walk to the long, sideways table on the raised platform ground. She took her seat beside her mother and waited patiently for Lacey.
Ten minutes late, Lacey threw open the dining hall doors and strolled in with not an ounce of respect. She had a dark green dress on, matching Lauralee's, and her black riding boots only barely visible beneath the gown as she walked. She took her seat next to her father and dug into the food already on the table. King Kyle and Quen Katelynn glanced between each other, letting Lacey's ignorant behaviour slide today, in lue of the occassion.
The Castle, directed by Rob Sitch, is an Australian comedy, which delves into the lives of a stereotypical Australian family, the Kerrigans. The film touchs on issues close to home in a humourous way. The audience is introduced to the classic Aussie family, narrated in the viewpoint of the youngest of the Kerrigans, Dale.
After the death of Jane’s parents, her uncle Mr. Reed has taken her in with his family to a mansion called Gateshead Hall. Nine years after Jane uncle has past she has been trapped in Gateshead Hall while suffering the bitter treatment of her aunt Mrs. Reed. Mrs. Reed was resentful of her husband’s favoritism toward Jane and takes every opportunity to neglect and punish her. When Jane is punished by Mrs. Reed she would be sent to the red room by two of Mrs. Reed servants, Bessie and Miss Abbot. The red-room was “a spare chamber, it was one of the largest and stateliest chambers in the mansion” and in this every same chamber is where Jane uncle past (8). Not only did Mrs. Reed treat disrespectfully but her own son, Jane’s older cousin John Reed. John Reed would abuse and punish Jane several times a day, in the words of Jane; “every nerve I had feared him, and every morsel of flesh on my bones shranked when he came near”(4). Everyone would ignore Jane’s plea for help especially Mrs. Reed who would act be blind and deaf on the subject. No one except for Mr. Reed show any love and care for Jane during her childhood in Gateshead Hall. Jane said “I was a discord in Gateshead Hall; I was like nobody there; I had nothing in harmony with Mrs. Reed or her children, or her chosen vassalage” (10). Jane continued by saying that they did not love her not if as little she loved them. Although the family mistreats her, Jane still wished for the atte...
Despite the gathering winter she felt relieved to see that her sixteen- year old daughter, now her only child after the early death of her son James, was acting normal again. For the past fortnight the younger Elizabeth had been carrying herself in a strange manner. While walking along normally she would sometimes cry out. Last week she had shrieked at extremely inappropriate time in Sunday dinner and that day in church she had been overcome with irreverent laughter. She was always quick to offer a reasonable excuse to spare the swift punishment usually dispensed to children at the time, but the extravagance and immodes...
These girls have had a rough life. In 1910, their mother died and the four girls only have each other for all their weeps and worries. Also, their dad has been dead for years and ever since the death of their mother, life has just not been the same. They were left as orphans and took care of each other, since they were all they had. Then, something gave the Purcell girls a glimmer of hope. They had a guardian, who for the rest of their lives would take care of the girls. His name was Mr. Mackenzie and he was married to Mrs. Mackenzie and they had kids of their own. They have three sons; Gabriel, Geoffrey, and Antony. Also, they had one daughter; her name was Lucy. One child, though, would soon become very important in Julia’s life. His name was Master Geoffrey and he had been away at school ever since the Mackenzie’s started taking care of the Purcell girls, which was in January of 1910. At this time, he was the same age as Julia. They were both 15 years old. As soon as they first met, they wanted to get to know each other better. One of the first things Geoffrey noticed about Julia is that she was very much like her older sister, Frances; except, there was something special about her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something
Australia has the terrible condition of having an essentially pointless and prefabricated idea of “Aussiness” that really has no relation to our real culture or the way in which we really see ourselves. We, however subscribe to these stereotypes when trying to find some expression of our Australian identity. The feature film, The Castle, deals with issues about Australian identity in the 1990’s. The film uses techniques like camera shots, language and the use of narration to develop conflict between a decent, old fashioned suburban family, the Kerrigans and an unscrupulous corporation called Airlink. Feature films like The Castle are cultural products because they use attitudes, values and stereotypes about what it means to be Australian.
Sarah shook her head and climbed beneath Lucy-Lou’s bed, as though having already seen it. Lucy-Lou kneeled down and peered underneath. She held out the plate of cookies. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to come out.”
His dad smiled softly hearing and sat back down in his chair. "Thanks, Issei. Could you also go check up on your sister? She's probably about to wake up, and I bet she wants to see her older brother."
“Actually, sis, it’s going to be 12 minutes and 17 seconds till we pass the halfway mark.”
The room is silent, lit by a single flickering candle, and the shine of a full moon through the window. Candy and George are sitting in the bunkhouse seemingly lost in their own thoughts. It’s been 24 hours since Lennie and Curley's wife have passed, but the tension is still heavy in the air for many folks. Georges eyes drooped low, slightly watered at the rims. Curley, sitting on the other side of the room, stared blankly at the candle with an expressionless face. George jerked quickly towards Candy.
At that moment, Lauren walked into the room and smiled softly. “Time to go.” “Is everyone all packed up?”
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
“Good. Now let’s go to the Banquet Hall and share the wonderful news of your betrothal.”
Mrs. Sheridan sends her youngest teenage daughter, Laura, outside after breakfast to supervise the workmen and their placement of the marquee for the family’s party later that afternoon. Laura is visibly uncomfortable in her new position of power and stumbles over herself when she first speaks to the workmen that her mother hired. “‘Good morning,’ she said, copying her mother’s voice. But that sounded so fearfully affected that she was ashamed, and stammered like a little girl ‘Oh—er—have you come— is it about the marquee?’ ‘That’s right, miss,’ said the tallest of the men… “That’s about it.” (2582).
"Not again," he moaned. Even though a cold draft swirled around the room that he shared with his infant sister, he was in a sweat. He waited for his heart to stop racing, and threw the threadbare quilt that served as his bead spread off of his legs. Standing up, he combed his fingers through his dark hair, doing the best he could to tame the messy tangle that had evolved from his fitful tossing and turning.
"It 's time to wake these little troublemakers up" I whispered half smiling. I went over to my closet and got change. As I went and open the bedroom door, I then stop completely midway at the door. I take one good glance back and proceeded my way out the door and into the hallway. The girl 's room is right down the hall from my bedroom. I walk down the hall and open the girl 's bedroom door slowly and silently, so I wouldn 't startle the girls if they were still asleep. I see both of them sound asleep. Makes me feel guilty to wake them up from their peace and wonderful dream worlds. But, I had to wake them up and get them all neat and tidy