“Class picture, come and get your class picture!” yelled the principal. Lily Silvers gets her class picture and gasps. “Oh my goodness! Are you serious!” she shrieked. Lily Silvers is the sweetest, prettiest girl in the 10th grade. With her long light brown hair that was perfectly straight without even trying. Who would ever want to paint her face on the picture with black and white paint? Her body on the picture was blacked out with “I hate Lily Silvers” across it in white. She couldn’t think of anyone that would hate her. She looks around to see if anyone was looking at her, as she turns around and scans the crowd of people getting their picture. Her face turns bright, bright red. Everyone was looking at her, everyone. Soon she feels someone touch …show more content…
Now tell me what were you doi8ng with paint coming from the office?” “I, I, I was painting the principal’s office for him like he asked me too.” “No you weren’t, why are you making up lies? Why would you black out my face and say you hated me?” “Because your best friends with Margie and I really wanted to be with you, and if you were still best friends with her I knew you wouldn’t give me a chance!” “You really thought I would like you after this? I don’t know anyone that would like you after this!” Lily storms off rolling her eyes. Lily and Margie both walk into Lily’s ginormous house. “Man I misses this place” giggles Margie. “I know it feels like forever since you came over and nothing was going on between us.” smiled Lily. “Well, at least we know now no to go after the same guy!” “Bzzz bzz” went Lily’s phone. “Oh speak of the devil!” sighed Lily, “He says he’s sorry and wants me to give him another chance! No who does he think I am! I’m never giving him another chance!” “Calm down you’ll be fine!” Margie playfully shoved Lily. “Yup! Well anyway I don’t need anyone besides my best friend!” “K this is too lovey dovey! I’m hungry. I want
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
Lily is thinking “how much older fourteen had made [her]. In the space of a few hours [she’d] become forty years old.” She makes this connection after she realizes that maybe her mother's death could have not been her fault and that it could have been T. Ray’s and he was punishing her for it. This caused Lily to pack “...5 pairs of shorts, tops, ... shampoo, toothpaste...” $38 and a map (41-42). By doing this, it made her feel like she had aged, feeling like a 40 year old.
I am the wife of an innocent dead man. I raised three without a father. People see us as less. We are the Robinson, and me I’m Helen Robinson. Living in the deep south in the 1930’s wineries. The Depression affected most everyone in Maycomb except for us. All of the blacks in the county live in one area outside of the landfill. I lived on the edge of farm which grows acres of cotton every year. We were a poor family that sharecropped. There weren't many people in Maycomb who treated us kindly except for Mr. Link Deas and the Finches. One year the white trash family accused my Tom for a serious crime that he never did. For months we never saw him due to the polices never let blacks and women in. The Finches and neighbours came and helped during
“That night I lay in bed and thought about dying and going to be with my mother in paradise. I would meet her saying, “Mother, forgive. Please forgive,” and she would kiss my skin till it grew chapped and tell me I was not to blame.”
Now I wished that I could pen a letter to my school to be read at the opening assembly that would tell them how wrong we had all been. You should see Zachary Taylor, I’d say.” Lily is realizing now that beauty comes in all colors. She is also again being exposed to the fact that her way of being raised was wrong, that years and years of history was false. “The whole time we worked, I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love.
Lily Martin Spencer was a female American genre painter in antebellum period, a time period in the United States before the civil war and after the War of 1812. This paper is on the analysis of Conversation Piece, an oil painting by Lilly Martin Spencer in 1851-52. The medium of the piece is oil on canvas and is now displayed in Gallery 758 of Metropolitan Museum of Art. Conversation Piece illustrates the sentimental culture in the United States by depicting the image of a middle-class domestic life. With elements of sentimentalism, the audiences are able to perceive the emotions within a pleasant family render by the painting.
One day I was invited to Tom and Daisy’s lunch. It was a good news for me obviously, I was desperate to see Daisy. I was so desperate, I wanted her to live with me now and I have decided to tell Tom that who Daisy love is not him but it is me. That day, I told everything to Tom and I just needed Daisy to conform what I was saying was true.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… “Maggie.” Channing Tatum was running towards me through a field of daisies. “Maggie,” he said through smiles. “Maggie. Maggie!” he yelled across the meadow. “MAGGIE!” I felt a slight stinging sensation on the top of my foot. Why is Channing Tatum yelling at me? “MAGGIE WAKE UP!!” I shot out of my wonderful dream, and returned to dull reality. As I sat up from my sleeping position in the old dingy red minivan, I bumped my forehead on the little notch used to hang garments from. “OW!!” I shrieked. My headphones fell off my head, and I saw my little brother in the middle seats motioning to my mom.
Since time immemorial, women have borne the brunt of abuse in relationships. Katherine Minola’s monologue from act four, scene three of William Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew”, as well as Brooke Axtell’s 2015 Grammy speech, explore this same topic in different ways. Although both are personal narratives about abusive relationships, the context of broader awareness of the narrators’ experiences, as well as a larger cultural context, inform the similarities as well as differences between these two speeches.
Arthur's raised brows snapped together. "You said you did not know your father. Is everything you say a
So be it / So Be It Droplets of water cascade down the luscious ferns of orange hues that adorn the trees, their rhythmic patter casting ripples into the water. A symphony of noise exuberates as my feet stomp against the burgundy leaves, crunching them with every step I take. It’s been a while since I have visited. Everything feels familiar, yet I cannot seem to fathom the change in my environment.
"For what?" She scoffed in disbelief. She had felt that he did not owe her an apology.
“She asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. “
There was a young girl named Jessie. Jessie was a short white girl with brown hair and blue eyes with freckles. She was from a small town located in Virginia. As she grew older she learned to love and become attached to her community, because she knew everyone there and all of her friends. Recently, her parents were looking for jobs around the area that paid well, but came up short.