Lily #2
Journey of the Antikythera Mechanism
“Harper! Come here! Guess what!” Called Harper’s mom, Camille, from the kitchen. Harper, always one for a good surprise, came bounding in. She made her grand entrance by sock-sliding on the hardwood floor, then falling backwards with a thud. “I’m okay Mom!” Harper yelled from the floor. “What were you gonna tell me?” “I got a call to investigate something up in Greece, and I was going to have you stay home with dad, so you could celebrate your birthday, but, the trip got extended, your dad and I talked, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” Camille gasped with excitement. “That sounds awesome! When do you leave? Is Dad coming?” “My flight is booked for May 29th, two days from
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Bell boy seemed very pleased with her pronunciation, and amazed that this young American girl had taken the time to learn the language. “να έχεις μια όμορφη μέρα!” (Have a good day!) She called out as the bell boy was leaving. He turned around and gave her a wide smile and a thumbs up. Harper smiled to herself as she closed the door, she made someone happy! Harper flopped on her bed with her book. Although it seemed like her mother had absentmindedly fallen asleep on the closest bed, she knew that her mother knew her well enough to know that Harper would like the bed with the view. And what could she say? Camille was right about her daughter, as always. The sun was pleasantly shining right onto Harper’s bed and she flipped open her book to where she left off on the plane. Even though her dad wasn’t there, it was the best birthday gift she’d had in a long time. Harper woke up the next morning, with sunlight streaming in through the curtains and her book collapsed over her chest. With a glance at the clock, she found that it was already 9:20! Harper rarely slept in, but at least this time she had the jet lag to blame. Her mom bounded out of the
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But then, the crash of the waves brought her out of her thoughts. The beach! Harper could go to the beach! She rushed up the stairs two at a time to her hotel room. Harper dug out her swim suit from inside the suitcase and shimmied it on. She flexed in the mirror and thought to herself, maybe all the monkey bars she’d been doing at recess had finally paid off! The temperature was perfect at the beach, and the ocean had been warmed from the sun. She stretched out her towel, and put her sunglasses on. Perfect. Hours on the beach flew by, and Harper spent them by building sand castles, bodysurfing in the waves, reading her book, walking along the beach, and sleeping. Harper looked at the clock in disbelief when she saw that it already read 5:00. She also saw a missed call from her mom. Oops, Harper thought to herself, but her mom had only called once, so it probably wasn’t a big deal. “Hi Mom!” Harper said over the
Crunching rocks filled the girl's ears as she woke up. Allison was unaware that she had ever fallen asleep. She opened her eyes and glanced at her phone, which had stopped playing music about an hour ago, based on the fact that it had reached the end of the playlist. "Wake up honey, we're here," Allison's mother whispered. Allison sat up straight and looked out her window. The sun was shining bright for the first time in ages. Allison suddenly spotted her friends walking their horses to the stables.
An idea was tracing through the back of her mind, and so she thought to try and best and quickly she could manifest how she felt. Several minutes minutes of failure of preforming such mental acrobatics propelled Katie towards the decisive choice of going to her closet. As she opened the mirror door, Katie gazed into her own ocean green eyes, and revealing a bounty of tired clothing nobody really wore. Her slender arm reached a slender hand to grasp an engraved brown leather booklet.
“Thanks, mom,” I said, “but don’t get too excited. I have to figure everything out and I should probably pray about it.”
“When she asked how I was, I lied, I told her every thing was fine and Bobbi had stopped in the day before. I felt bad, but why did it matter when I was heading home anyway (S.A. Bodeen 17).” Robbi was a girl who had grown up on a humble island labeled Midway, but every year in june she would visit her aunt AJ, who lived in Honolulu. This year AJ had to cut her time with Robbi short as she had to attend a spontaneous business trip. AJ had planned on her peer Bobbi to check in on Robbi periodically as Robbi would be staying another week at her aunt's alone. The night AJ had left Robbie went on a walk down the street to a popular McDonald’s, on her way back she found herself nearly kidnapped as she sprinted back to her aunt's apartment
Jane, a young teenager living in a meager town in Florida, spends the majority of her summer days in her family’s modest beach house. After
Feeling a hand pet her head, S/O assumed it was Kalifa. Suddenly, knowing her girlfriend was so close, it became hard to keep a relaxed and sleeping face. As her cheeks began to heat up. “What’s this?” they heard Kalifa say, removing the gift that was in S/O’s lap. “For me?” Kalifa said, seeing their name was written on the nicely wrapped gift. Time seemed to slow down as she could hear the gift being unwrapped. Everyone else in the room has gathered around the couple to see what the gift was. S/O could hear Kalifa gasp, in their hands was a homemade scrapbook contained of all their dating memories and friendship members. With paragraphs that seemed to be like a diary or the first person point of view of S/O. It was nicely decorated and towards the middle the pages were blank, but had a separate piece of paper that said, “I would be honored if you helped me fill in the rest of this scrapbook.” Kalifa had the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen, “Oh, S/O! Thank you!” S/O began to smile before realizing she had just given up the gig that she was pretending to sleep. “That’s okay S/O, I knew you were fake sleeping the whole time!” Kalifa
The Gospels of Matthew and Luke both commence with the Birth of Jesus, and obtain infancy narratives. However, despite both following the life of Jesus, there are blatant differences evident between their accounts. Contextual, Geographical and historical discrepancies enable Matthew and Luke’s respective audiences to distinguish their writing styles, and choice of subject matter unique to their Gospel accounts. Contextually, the first notable difference presents itself in the angel’s foretelling of Jesus’ incarnation. According to Matthew’s Gospel Jesus’ birth was foretold by an unnamed angel to Joseph in a dream.
Her bedroom was drabby and dark. Over to the right, a bookshelf, with stories she’s read a million time, and over to the left, her dresser. With more books. Books were her fantasyland, her escape from reality. Worlds she could travel to whenever she wanted, and leave whenever she felt like it. Which was never, really, but all stories come to an end and you must leave no matter what.
As Bluzette walked out of the front door, the cold October wind hit her like a slap on the face. She checked her phone. It read 7:33. She was going to the small carnival across town. “Do you have your money Bluezette?” Her mom called. She really didn't mind if she was out late. She let her have that kind of freedom.
The broken family falls asleep together on the slight futon taking up the majority of the cramped space the room has to offer. Diana was right; Scarlet does understand why the simple bedtime story brought waves of panic coursing through her veins. Please, she prays, don’t take Mommy away from me, God. I’ll do anything.
In the morning, it felt like a regular day. Lyla woke up to complete silence. She rolled out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers and picked up the clothes that she’d picked out yesterday to wear today at school. She opened her bedroom door and walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom, stopping at her sister’s room.
On a hot July night, Vanessa rode her bike over to Harper's house after she ate dinner, so they could finish some homework together. It was Friday evening, and the bike ride over was fairly quiet. It was beginning to get dark outside. When she got to Harpers house, she wasn't greeted at the door with Harper's usual friendly smile and comforting hug. Harper's eyes were cold, and her arms were crossed. "What's wrong Harper?"
“ Sorry I forgot to tell you guys that A new family is coming to visit to maybe welcome some of you into a family” she said excitedly.
I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She
She lifted her head from the pillows and smiled. “Good morning!” Mina’s face said everything her voice didn’t.