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BEEP BEEP BEEP! I reached over to smack my alarm clock wondering why it was going off when I realized that the it was the first day of school and that Leila and I were going to steal Laura’s parking spot. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I did my morning routine which consisted of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and then applying a little amount of makeup which was mascara and if I needed it some foundation and that was usually very rare. I then made my way back to my room trying to be extremely quiet so I don’t wake Laura up. When I made it there successfully, I quickly changed out of my pajamas and put on my clothes. I walked over to my mirror and undid braids revealing beautiful waves in my hair. I smiled at my reflection …show more content…
I walked over to the other side of the kitchen and opened one of the cabinet doors and grabbed two coffee mugs and handed one to my dad. He looked at it for a moment before shrugging and walking over to the coffee pot and waited for me to finish getting my coffee. “Guessing you didn’t sleep well last night?” I questioned. All I got in response was a grunt. I smiled and quickly made my lunch. I’m the only one in my family who can function correctly in the morning. When I finished up my lunch I walked over to my dad gave him a hug and told him goodbye, I quickly ran outside to my car and made my way to Leilas. When I pulled into Leilas house I quickly went upstairs and went to her bedroom knowing that she wouldn’t be up yet and that I would have to wake her up and get her …show more content…
Laila starts laughing all over again. “So are you ready to do this?” Leila asks me with a more serious tone. “Hell yeah!” I yell. We both get out of the car at the same time, like one of those commercials where the wind is blowing in the models hair and we look sick. Just kidding we looked like normal human beings and just stepped out of the car while people stared at us with surprise on their faces. They were probably wondering who dare park in the great Laura's parking spot. “What are you looking at?” Leila yells at everyone staring at us, everyone then quickly looks away and goes back to their own conversations. We laugh then make our way inside to get our schedules and drop our stuff off at our lockers. “What do you have today?” I ask Leila. “Social Studies, Calculus, Lunch, Anatomy, and Literature.” Laura lists. “We only have Literature together!” I say sadly. “That’s ok we’ll see each other at lunch and we can talk about our mornings and then during literature we can talk about third period together,” Leila reassures me. I sadly look away only to find a pair or dark green eyes staring at
I woke, I started to run, but I couldn't escape, the walls were closing in. I started to hyperventilate. I jolted up, I grabbed my necklace and pressed the pendent, it glowed in the midnight lit room. Brucie was sitting were the board was. She looked annoyed, she told me not to speak with mother, but the lose drove me mad, I had to speak to her again.
Everyone had woken up. I hopped out of my bed and approached the pile of my neatly folded clothes on an ancient wooden chair and picked them up. I put on my filthy white washed top; pulled up my compacted jeans; reached out to my red pointed hat and greasy brown boots and strolled down the
The Holocaust was a major and catastrophic event for Jews. Approximately 6 million Jews died during this turning point in the world. Night by Elie Wiesel is a book that is based on the true story of the Holocaust and his experiences during the Holocaust. It starts with a boy named “Elizier” who lives in a town called “Sighet”, and is moved from concentration camp to concentration camp trying to survive with his father. The Nazis dehumanized the Jews to the point where they didn’t even have an identity, they beat them and made them feel as if they were tools to use.
BEEP! BEEP! The alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning. Ana could barley open her eyes, she was up all night over thinking about the competition. It was spring break and she was all ready settled on waking up in the afternoon everyday. She knew she had to get up right away, she was not going to have enough time to get all of her make-up done. She got up right away and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking that would make her wake up a little.
My alarm goes off. I get up tired and sad that it's another day of school. I walk slowly and carefully to the bathroom, making sure I don't stub my toe on the door. I get to the sink and grab my toothbrush without thinking, and start brushing. Then I realize there was no toothpaste on I and think back to when I started brushing.
“Papaw,” I asked upon arriving in his room that morning, “Why are you so tired today?”
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
I had finished my make-up, hair and I was changing when I heard Ariel laughing and Landon telling her to stop laughing. I grabbed my shoes, phone, and bag heading to the living room. “What the fuck are you laughing about Ariel?” I asked. She glanced at Landon then began laughing, again.
I jumped up from my chair in the living room and sprinted into the kitchen. I opened the kitchen door, immediately seeing my mom's favorite bowl from France. Completely shattered. I knew my mother would kill me when she found out. I sighed and told Levi to go watch TV in the living room, so he'd be out of my way.
The Machine Stops, a short story by E.M. Forster detailing the lives of a woman named Vashti and her son Kuno in a dystopian society, is able to effectively demonstrate the beliefs of existentialism. While Vashti conforms to the rules and beliefs of the society, her son Kuno embraces his existentialist beliefs and illegally sneaks out onto the surface of the planet. Through the utilization of these two characters, E.M. Forster is able to shape his work into an expression of existentialist ideology. By including Vashti, a stereotypical follower who believes everything the government claims and relies on the machine to accomplish simple tasks, the author is able to convey the disbeliefs of existentialism to the reader.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
E.M. Forster’s short story “The Machine Stops” tells the story of a dystopian society in which everything is controlled by a mechanical being known as the Machine. The story focuses on Vashti and her son Kuno. While Vashti conforms to the standards of this society, Kuno does not conform to the societal norms and displays characteristics of an existentialist.
Beep Beep Beep i hear my alarm going off and my parents yelling at me to wake up. As i slowly open my eyes i cringe at the thought of going to school and being surrounded with a bunch of immature people . As i wake up even more i slowly walk over to my drawn down shades and grab ahold of the yellowed stained string that was once crisp white like the first fresh snowfall. i pull the dust filled shades up to let some light into my room. Now that i am fully awake i walk over to my door and unlock it so i can go to the bathroom and get ready for the day. The second i walk out of my room i am punched by my older brother in the upper arm. “Morning loser “ he says to me as he walks right into the bathroom and locks me out. Angered i yell to him that i need to
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a
Keyboards are a number of keys fixed together in some order, used to enter information into a computer or to produce characters on a typewriter. The first typing device was designed in the 1700s but they did not come out until the 1870’s. The type writer had changed in design many times over the years but, in 1910 most of typewrites were the same. They didn’t change much until 1961 when the IMB Selectric came out. This typewriter eliminated the typebars and used a typeball. To print the letters on the page the typeballs would lean and tilt, instead of striking the page like the normal typebars.