Matthew and Alison arrived back at the school. The alarm bells still ringing and still as loud and annoying as when they departed the school. They stayed in the attic, hiding under tables, hoping not to get caught by the police, who were no doubt walking around the building and looking for the suspects’ who had broken in. Alison sat huddled away in a corner hoping that if anyone came in, then no one would see her. She was still thinking about the young Amir. She felt sorry for him, and longed to have been there a while longer. The alarms eventually stopped ringing. Matthew slid from the back of a table and crept down the stairs towards the door. No footsteps. No whispering. No breathing. “I think we’re safe,” Matthew whispered when he …show more content…
“Nope, but I am,” Alison replied. “My temper has been awful; I even went for Baines, when he caught us sneaking out of the school.” “That I would like to have seen, he’s a miserable sod. He deserves a fright every now and then,” Simon laughed. “Good job I didn’t though, could’ve been expelled or something. Papers would have had a field day, wouldn’t they?” Alison said smiling. “Yeah, head murdered by an aggravated student, would’ve gone down a treat,” Simon grinned. “So where we going?” Simon asked. “Well, you could come back to mine, but my Mms not in the best of moods at the moment, what with us wanting the opposition to win. It’s a very icy atmosphere. If you can bear the stony silences and arguments, you’re more than welcome,” Alison shrugged. “I think I can cope with that, rather than me dad trying to swipe me with his fist again,” Simon sighed. “I will sort him out, you know. We all can. We could—”Alison began but Simon shook his head. “Alison, you can’t do anything. Look, it’s the drink that does it. He won’t remember, anyway. if I keep out of his way for a bit, he won’t be able to hit me again. I just got caught, that’s all,” Simon smiled softly to Alison, who had looked at him with …show more content…
Don’t stick up for him. He’s not worth it,” Alison said angrily. “I know. But I keep thinking; if I can do this magic that Mrs. Foster is teaching us, then I can leave home and I won’t see him again. He will have no one to belt then, will he?” Simon said thinking aloud. “And what about your mum?” Alison asked. “She’ll go. I know she will. She’s scared to leave. I think if I go, she’ll go too. He’ll be a lonely old man with no one to care for him any longer.” Simon gave a loud sigh. “I hope for your sake you can achieve it. However, your first task is to help me with this thing inside me. If you can do that, I think you’ll go far with your new career,” Alison said, winking her
Alice and Jerry figure out the truth, and Alice realized the error of her ways. Jerry was captured, and Alice searched for a way to find Jerry back in his apartment. On a hunch, Alice was able to find a partially abandoned building, great for secret operations. The halls were dark, and lit up only at the ends, and there were silhouettes of people stalking the halls.
Under the orders of her husband, the narrator is moved to a house far from society in the country, where she is locked into an upstairs room. This environment serves not as an inspiration for mental health, but as an element of repression. The locked door and barred windows serve to physically restrain her: “the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.” The narrator is affected not only by the physical restraints but also by being exposed to the room’s yellow wallpaper which is dreadful and fosters only negative creativity. “It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide – plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.”
For the longest time, Amir is plagued with having a heart full of guilt. It seems hopeless for him, like a shadow following him around, lingering, and sometimes making itself so oblivious, eradicating any ounce of serenity he could have. “How could I, of all people, chastise someone for their past?… I envied her. Her secret was out. Spoken. Dealt with. I opened my
“Sure. Thank you,” Mrs. Whitmore said. She waved good-bye and shut the door, then listened. When she heard only giggles, she relaxed her shoulders, and went into the kitchen to start on the cookies. When they were finished, she brought the plate up with two glasses of milk to Lucy-Lou’s room. The girls had stopped giggling, and Sarah was sitting across from Lucy-Lou on the other side of the room.
The house tried to save itself doing everything that it could, until it was too late. But there was still a voice saying the date over and over again.
“Please put the box of dishes in the kitchen,” the woman said, enthusiastically gesturing toward a tiny but inviting, bright yellow room. “Oh! and that lamp goes in the living room!”
Before she opened the door, she asked, “Who is it?” But no one answered. A few seconds later there was another knock. Janine flung open the door, “What the...”
I cursed under my breath and grabbed Annabeth and dashed through the hallway to get to our advisory. I opened the door just as the tardy bell rang and sighed in relief.I slid into the seat next to Annabeth just as the announcements started. I zoned out until our principal yelled through the intercom ,“ We are going into a code-red lockdown, we have a break in!”
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.
Angela dove for her bedroom, running inside and locking the door. She ran to the other side of the room and cowered behind her bed on all fours.
“Well staring at the door is not going to help is it” one girl stated.
We knew it was time for our punishment. Time for us to repay for our crime. We put on our clothes and exited the hall. As we were leaving, two tall masked men grabbed our arms and pulled us aside. We knew it was the agents of the Home of Students.
As Juliann stepped off the bus(,) she was overwhelmed by all the students coming from every direction. She looked at the multiple brick buildings and
Nate looked on in a daze as if he did not understand what was happening. He continued to look on without saying a word and the occasional tear.