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*Two Years Later, 12 Years Old, Month of June*
It was right after my 12th birthday, I woke up normally like I did every day in the palace today I was going to spend extensive time bonding with my elements. This was the most relaxing way for me to unwind. I went for a walk in the gardens Queen Frigga and the princes were there getting their daily lessons about the plants of Asguard. I loved all the plants in Queen Frigga’s garden they were all so beautiful. Queen Frigga didn’t even turn around
“Afternoon Lady Stella”
“Afternoon Queen Frigga; Loki, Thor”
“Hi Stella” the princes said at the same time
“Queen Frigga, do you mind if I practice my earth here?”
“Not at all Stella, do you mind if you have an audience?”
“Not at all” I smiled back
“Do the fire and ice!” Loki chimmed in
Loki loved my magic combinations, they were my strong points since I got better at my magic. Thor on the other hand just liked the simple stuff, he didn’t really grasp the complications of my harder wielding magic. I took a deep breath planting my feet firmly on the ground I spreaded out my fingers, I breathed again, I felt the sway of the tree branches, and the way the plants swayed in the wind. At the bottom on my feet vines were flowing and molding to my body, the vines reached my neck and stopped, I opened my eyes. My hands were above my head fingers outstretched closing my hands forming a rock above my head, with the vines acting like a shield I played with the bolder in my hands and dropped it on my plant shield, it molded to my body as well as an exterior rock hard armour. Looking at my bracelet it was brown and green. I had completed my earth armour, the vines allowed me to move freely while the rock exterior protected me from any objects.
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... I WOULD LOVE TO GO TO YOUR SCHOOL”
“This is incredibly a dream come true, others like me!”
Dumbeldore reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and a piece of parchment with the Hogwarts seal and a yes and no acceptance box. He gave me the pen and I signed my name next to yes box and check marked it.
“I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts this Fall Ms. Archer”
With that I picked up the letter, shook Dumbeldore’s hand, walked to the door opening it I saw my parents fall on the floor
“Mom Dad the doors in the palace are sound proof” I told them
“Well?!” my dad asked
“What did you say?” my mom perked up
“I’M GOING TO HOGWARTS!!” I screamed through the corridors
My parents were just as estatic as I was we did a touchdown dance in the middle of the corridor air guitars and all, after that my dad picked me up and I was engulfed into an Archer Family hug.
In numerous way a character in an book can be affected or influenced by their culture in the novel Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand a young man by the name of Louie Zamperini is affected at an early age by his culture. While reading the novel an individual would find out that Louie is the son of two Italian immigrants, few years after Louie was born he moves to this small surber city called Torrance with his family. While living in this town Louie family has to fight against prejudices of the citizen not wanting this Italian family living in the neighborhood. In the first few chapter someone would learn that in the 1920s Torrance ,California was very prejudices to the Zamperini family by trying to get the city council members from letting them move into the city.Meanwhile, Louie Italian heritage did have a small effect on him as he was becoming an adult.
The main character in this story is a Jewish girl named Alicia. When the book
I ran to the edge of my door opened it. “Yea, just let me get dressed Dad!’ I yelled back
In the short story “A Kind of Courage” by Ruth Sterling, the protagonist, Davy, is trying to win Ginny’s heart.
Human; relating to or having characteristics of a person(Merriam-Webster). A human is truly just a soul combined with characteristics of other people, and this is proven by Jenna Fox; the main character in The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary Pearson. After finding out what her body is made up of, Jenna along with other characters think she is not human. Despite this Jenna Fox has always had the key elements it takes to be a human been. Jenna for one has a past and memories that make up her life even after the accident. More importantly it is unfair to call her a “monster” when she shows characteristics similar to that of other humans. Needless to say, Jenna just as any other human isn’t perfect, and she later learns that in order to be one hundred percent human she must have the same chances of succeeding in life as any other human would. Jenna Fox is human because she has a soul regardless of her differences.
My parents and I have always been outwardly enthusiastic about each other, no matter where we are. Whether at a football game while I cheer on the sidelines or at a banquet where I receive an award, every time they catch my eye, they throw their hands up in the air and begin to wave frantically until I wave back. There were only two girls left in front of me. One stuttered as she tried to finish her speech, and the other swayed back and forth, unable to keep still. It was at that time that I looked into the crowd and, just as I had anticipated, I spotted my parents.
When the day came to leave I was woken at the crack of dawn. I was keen to get to Blackpool as swiftly as possible, not only for the football that was ahead of us but also for the famous Pleasure Beach. The coach picked us up at around 8 am and in we crammed into an already full coach. The journey down was full of laughter and friendly joking from the parents. That day, it was particularly hot and inside the coach a number of people were becoming uncomfortable. I was unaffected by the warmth inside the coach, with my earphones in I relaxed and paid more attention to the vast countryside we were passing through. The vivid scenery blew me away, with colossal hills to calm rivers that we met on the journey.
This report is about Sarah Emma Edmonds December 1841-september5, 1898. She was brave, and respected. She is 1 of the 400 women who fought in the Civil War. She is an inspiration to me because I want to be brave, I don’t want to be selfish, and I want to do things for the right reason.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
After the appreciation and celebration, we enjoyed the cake and the foods. Later on, we went back to church. My mother called me over and introduced me to an auntie in one of the church’s room. The conference room was bright ,the sunshine had made the light so glory, as if it was the light from God. The room was filled with a big table in the center and few green plants beside the table. The plants had a fresh scent.
As Harry was beginning to read the letter, his uncle, Vernon Dursley, took it from him. After reading the...
My parents were soon by my side, holding my hand as the entire building crumbled to the ground.
...e inside, I begin to beam. Because of what had happened my parents are talking to each other. I then close my eyes and rest.
While walking by the shore I was amazed by the soft smooth sand beneath my feet, it seemed like all the worries I had throughout the year were finally erased. There was a rock facing the ocean that it thought was really cool, so I decided to settle there for a moment to appreciate the view, I closed my eyes for a second letting myself comforted by the sounds of the ocean, the sounds the waves were making against the rocks was impressive. Spending a few more minutes on the rock I decided to go back. Tying to help my parents for making breakfast, they sent me and my brother to get bread, and a few croissants at the bakery. My brother was driving while I was still wondering the landscape, I thought it was interesting how this island contained a mix between mountains, and beaches. At the table, conversations were spontaneous and positives, I forgot how fun breakfast could be when spending with family. That day we had has a plan to go to the beach, my mom could guess what me and my father had in mind. It was scuba diving and hunting with harpoons, but before we had to first buy the necessary equipment, and study the fishes we could hunt, since some were protected, and review the fishes that were edible. Finally done with preparation we headed to the beach, me and my dad waited that day for so long, being a big fan of hunting, I was quite impressed by the number of variety the Mediterranean Sea could provide, also what really shocked