Emelie Dialectical Journal

1. I would put myself in the place of the man on the horse he looks like he could be the leader, so the leader.

The underworld seemed to be getting colder and I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d fled the room that was lit or because Hades’s heart had been nearly ripped out. I was weeping pretty hard by now, feeling awfully betrayed and as lonely as my injurer. I felt my way around in the darkness for a while, thankful to the slight bluish glow that seemed to at least partially lighten ones way down in the underworld.

Passage: “It was the meanest moment of eternity. A minute before she was just a scared human being fighting for its life. Now she was her sacrificing self with Tea Cake's head in her lap. She had wanted him to live so much and he was dead. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. Janie held his head tightly to her breast and wept and thanked him wordlessly for giving her the chance for loving service. She had to hug him tight for soon he would be gone, and she had to tell him for the last time. Then the grief of outer darkness descended”(Hurston 184).

If you read the diary of a high school girl, what could you learn about her? The name of her best friend, what kind of a person she is, and maybe even signs of troubles deeper than the bad grade she got on her last chemistry exam would pop out at you. She probably would not explicitly state these things, either—they would become apparent simply by looking at how often her best friend’s name appeared within the pages, how she interacted with the people around her, and how she described her thoughts and feelings. Seeing things directly from her perspective would give you a unique look at who she was as a person, what her relationships with other people were like, and what her take on events was, all without ever being told what they were like

“The sun is rising we need to leave soon,” Terra said. Her sisters nodded and continued to get ready to

Aniwen gave him a sympathetic smile and waved a hand at him, hoping that she didn't get him in too

"Well," Emmett started, but didn't get out another word. Rosalie was gone in the blink of an eye.

He sat up and scootched to the edge of his bed, sighing deeply as he considered the course of actions to come. To say the very least, he was excited, though nervous at the same time. It was a very unpleasant mixture of feelings that didn’t boil over well in his stomach, but he supposed he had to suck it up and muster what he’d been praying to do since the end of Summer, when school had started. Getting up now, he maneuvered to his closet and pulled out his jacket, putting it on when suddenly he had caught a folder of papers in his peripheral vision.

“So, what was that about?" She asks. "Not that I mind having the air knocked out of me every once in a while. But did you really have to do that this early in the morning? I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” she says, giggling.

“I have to go,” Ase told his friends and ran back to the bike rack.

Veerah trailed behind, her gait fast, her eyes darting around nervously. Taran caught up to them.

“No worries, Zander is probably right, I didn’t think I needed to tell myself not to share,” replied Emma as she shrugged.

“Well it wasn’t really an exchange program, our headmaster decided to send his best students hear, but your headmaster decided not to send anybody “ Annabeth said.

You couldn’t hold back the smile crawl across your lips. You were happy for him.

Over the last year we had become increasingly closer to one another, much to Benjamin 's dismay. However, he had nothing to fear, I only considered her a sister. Although if anyone saw us now they would think we were something more. Angela glanced at me through her eyelashes with a dainty smile.