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I beheld an expression of shock when I realized who it was that had come to visit. Honestly, Heather Densen was the the very last person I expected to come and see me when I was injured by one of her little followers. My shoulders hunched a bit as I blushed, flustered that my hopes had gotten up. I had been hoping for Brendan to have come back from the dragons. I cleared my throat, and addressed her calmly. "Hello, Heather," I began, trying oh-so-hard to be polite, even after what she had done to me. "What brings you here?" She smiled brightly, a hint of concern in the ocean color of her eyes. Tentatively, Heather took a step towards my bedside. "I've heard around school that Zach had beaten you up badly.. I wanted to make sure you were
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
In the film Heathers, we meet the protagonist Veronica; who finds herself friends with the incredibly rude yet “popular” girls and on top of the social food chain. It is evident from the beginning of the film that Veronica is unhappy with her life and has a strong desire to bring about social justice amongst her peers. There are several different forms of narration used in Heathers. One of the first forms that is employed is through Veronica venting her feelings in her journal. As Veronica writes, there is a voice over that is speaking what she is writing with equal passion. This form of narration is also used at Heather’s funeral when Heather’s “friends” took turns kneeling at her casket and praying. As each individual prayed silently, there
Throughout literature, there have been many tales told about strong, brave heroes and mighty, wily savages and beasts. However, one story that still speaks to students today is that of a heroine by the name of Hannah Dustan, who killed ten Indians with the assistance of her two fellow captives. Together, they escaped capture, and Hannah Dustan told her tale again and again to individuals she encountered. Because she did not write her story down, others did it for her. In particular, John Greenleaf Whittier and Jonathan Carver both wrote compelling tales of Hannah Dustan’s capture, but it is only by looking at the differences between the essays, the reader gleans a more complete picture of Dustan’s experiences and societal issues that were occurring during the time period. For instance, gender roles, and savagery versus civility, and revenge are three themes running throughout both essays; all of these themes are still echoing throughout society today.
Kate Martinson’s diary provides an insight into life in the late nineteenth century that is usually unseen. Entries are written almost every year and are often poignant and descriptive. Kate Emily Anderson Emerson Martinson is a complete contrast to our perceptions of the nineteenth century woman. Not only does she feel restricted and a failure for not fulfilling the perception of a true woman, but she seems to fulfil the roles of both husband and wife within her marriage. She is responsible for both the families’ moral and economical wellbeing, and initiates a divorce and an independent life when her husband reveals he has another family. This essay argues that Kate Martinson is atypical, and challenges our original interpretations of a nineteenth century woman.
“Well…” The woman trailed off, looking up just in time to see her daughter through a clump of dirt at one of the movers. “Hey! Be nice!”
he asked, his clipped tone disguising his concern. “Did someone hit you?” Tom rubbed a self-conscious hand over the tender area spot on his lip. “I don’t really remember.
Heather Cox had always loved the cold town of Glendale and its cozy spot snuggled between the Gray Mountains. It was a place she felt safe. But then again, she had never been outside of Glendale. With its beautiful trees and snow covered mountains, why would you want to? Heather was exactly like her little town, charming and attractive. Heather looks like the kind of girl that at first glance you would be scared of, like she could tear any ego down in seconds. But she was the exact opposite, she was kind-hearted and friendly. Heather looked just like her mother, long dark hair and playful green eyes. She loved being outside, just like her father did. Heather was always told that she was just like her father when it came to her personality.
Sheila Winters had been a casting agent for her own company for as long she could remember. She’s under a lot of stress due to casting for an upcoming horror film, however her main actor for the role recently got into a bad accident and called last minute to cancel.
One of my fondest memories with Sami was when her and I went to the Mall of America and we almost got lost. When we were at the Mall of America, we were walking around and we went way too far down and walked past the restaurant Dick’s Last Resort. At that moment we ran all the way back to Carona’s, where my mom was waiting for us.
I was born Mary Alice Chambers, on November twenty-seventh, 1962 in Emporia, Kansas, to Robert Lee Chambers Sr. and Sarah Lucy (Hutcherson) Chambers. I am a fifty-four-years-old three times married, African American female with my current marriage approaching the thirteen- year mark. My father was of African American and Native American descent and my mothers of African American and Irish descent. My father’s level of education was the eighth grade, but he later attended the technical college for culinary arts, and my mother graduated high school and took some college course in her later years to learn how to use a computer.
"Hello." The girl spoke softly, and couldn't hold his gaze as he stepped into the room, after having appraised her from
Imagine seeing a loved one for the last time without knowing it. Regretting your last words to them would be heart shattering. Just like Alice Friedmann and I, many people around the world have experienced speaking to a loved one, and then, all of a sudden, never talking to them again.
"I-, I'm sorry. I was being chased by something in the Woods-," he started but was quickly interrupted by the Stranger.
“My name is Rhiannon. Welcome to Avalon. I am here to guide you along.” Rhiannon helped Freya to her feet. “Sorry you had to clamber through the Black Forest, but that’s the threshold between life and death, and it must be crossed.” She kissed Freya’s cheek. “We’re pleased to have you.”
On An early school morning, David space, gets ready to hop on his bus. At the same time a lady, Cindy Brown, so nice and kind hearted is also getting dressed, with the help of her mother for school. Cindy is physically handicapped, she has both knees and hips replaced, and she had a stroke the previous year. David and Cindy are both freshmen, they have never crossed paths not even in their small home town Walmart. David is considered handicapped but not to the severity like Cindy is, Cindy is bound to a wheelchair whenever she leaves the house. David rides a Handicapped bus, and on their way to school, he meets Cindy. With a welcoming hand, he starts up a conversation with her, being kind, respectful, and understanding of her limitations. When