A teen girl snuck into her apartment complex at noon. As she walked through the kitchen, her body froze. A part of her twitched, and before a plate could fall from her mother’s hands, she caught it. “Nice reflexes,” The elder female smiled at her daughter. “Would you like the other burrito I made?” She shook her head before speaking in a light tone, “I think I’m going to take a nap, actually. “Before you do so, Katelynn,” her mother’s tone grew cold. “Text me before you leave with your friends next time. Imagine if you got kidnapped.” “Yes, mom. The entire world is an episode of Criminal Minds,” Katelynn groaned, a headache ensuing. “I’m just saying, it’s almost a full moon and people get a little…” Her mother twirled her finger a couple inches from her head. The young girl rolled her eyes, a habit that grew from her teenage angst. She walked into her room, the messy bed looking like a cloud gave birth to it. She stripped off her slightly damp black sweater to the faded blue tank top under. Katelynn crawled under the blankets protecting her from the cold air and quickly fell asleep. Oh, Gem would sure be happy to see you, Katelynn thought. She was back in the abandoned house, reliving the strange moment. It was extremely dark, yet she found a caterpillar back near plants that began growing through the windows. Her friend hated insects, giving Katelynn the perfect idea to scare her. Before she could make it back to her friends with the fuzzy bug in her hands, she stepped in
“Oh no,” whispered mother with her handed across her mouth. “What are we going to do?”
The poem, “Postcards to Columbus,” by Sherman Alexie has a different meaning through close analysis. When I read the poem, the message I got from it changed significantly from the first and later readings. I believe my classmates would misinterpret the part of the text referring to Columbus as a real estate agent. In the poem, Alexie writes, “Christopher Columbus, you are the most successful real estate agent who ever lived, sold acres and acres of myth, a house built on stilts” (Alexie 291). I believe the word successful has a positive connotation- especially when used while talking about professions- giving the reader, my classmates, the false impression that Columbus is being praised in this portion of the poem. I feel that the tone is unclear
Liberty is acquired through will and perseverance, however, it can also be taken away, and forces people to fight to keep it as well. That was what Patrick Henry states in his speech, “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death”, to the Virginia Convention. He argues that the leaders of America are not taking control and responsibility for what is really going on, and demands that something must be done to finally conquer the beloved goal of independence from Britain. This speech raises many ideas of what liberty really is, and how some people view the term liberty different from one another. Arguments can be made on the question of what is
“No, keep going.” Mom slows down and grabs her hand. I know Mom’s angry look; this isn’t it. Her mouth is wide and eyes dart back and forth.
“Maybe you’re right, strange things like this shouldn’t be occurring at one-thirty A.M.,” Sophia’s mom replied.
Colette skipped towards the bed, quickly snuggling next to her mother. “How come you were still sleeping Mommy?”
“Huh?” I say trying to recover my train of thought. My mom looked at me and sighed
“Yeah boo hoo it’s not like my mom is gonna do anything about it,” she said.
Moments later she heard the buzzing near her hand. Trying not to draw too much attention
As 19th century Europe and America modernized, acquiring better medical, military, communication, and maritime technologies; they expanded and transformed the world. Required to handle increasing western pressure in the mid-19th century, China, the Ottoman Empire, and Japan had to introduce western liberal ideals supporting industrialization, nationalism, or economic reforms; whether circumventing or incorporating them, they thus created the foundation for their future. Reform meant to re-structure, to change for the better, but also implied there had been a need to improve and added value to that change. Introducing liberal reform movements to counter the spread of western influence was a necessity for all non-western societies; understanding
“Ugh, I don’t know! Can I just go to bed? I’m exhausted,” my aunt said in desperation.
“Mum, I told you not to go into the kitchen without me!” Tara cried out, as she rushed to get to her mother before she hurt herself. Her forehead creased as she took in the scene.
Katelyn's sleeping on an old worn out mattress in the far corner of her room when she's woken by the keys rattling outside of the
“Mama! Por favor!” A little girl's blood curdling scream is heard everything goes pitch black. Sofia wakes up with cold sweat running down her face, she looks around everyone is passed out on their beds. She turns around until she’s on her back. Her face is lost in the deep blue ceiling that lays upon her. “10, 9, 8, 7-” she whispered to herself trying to go back to sleep, or at least just let time pass by. After counting to 100 Sofia was fast asleep. “Sofiaaa!” a voice whispered “WAKE UP, you're going to be late!” she groaned in response “Frost is giving an announcement that you can't miss. He's been looking for you.” Sofia ran to the bathroom to get changed, she took one glance at herself before running out. Joe laughed “At least you woke
I threw my cloud-like, fluffy purple covers over my chest, and softly set my head against my blue polka-dotted pillow, ready to shut my eyes as I yawned with exhaustion. Mom is all dressed in her night clothes-- A long T-shirt that reaches down to her knees like a robe, and her mint-green, baggy sweatpants, she grinned peacefully and flicked the lamp off with her fingers. In bed, I rolled over and glued my eyes to the brightest star I have ever seen, shining through my window as the curtains were to the side.