Excruciating pain, dead silence, and overwhelming darkness was how my nightmare began. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't just a cruel, sick dream. It was one hundred percent real... I held back a soft groan, letting my eyes drift open a crack so I could get at least a fuzzy view of my surroundings. I couldn't make out much, but I didn't recognize anything that I saw. "Is he dead?" I heard a female voice ask. "Obviously not. I can tell that he's still breathing, and his eyes are even open some." I quickly shut my eyes, panic rising in me at hearing yet another voice. A soft chuckle came from about a foot away from me. "Calm down, we aren't going to hurt you," the male voice said. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the two people …show more content…
I gulped softly, once again feeling very self-conscious. The boy, er... Jeremie was staring off into space now. With a shudder he shook his head and clear his throat. He looked back at me. "Anyways, Drew, how are you feeling?" I paused before shrugged. "I'm a-all right... I guess." Jeremie nodded. "Good, good." He looked at Roxanne. "So, should we show him where he'll be staying?" "You can. I have to go." With that, she got up. I watched as she walked through a doorway and to a hallway that was too dark for me to see anything in it. Jeremie rolled his eyes and looked at me once again. "Come on, then." He got up and offered a hand to help me up. I pushed myself up without using my hand, not looking at him. I didn't want to seem rude, I just still wasn't sure if I should trust him. He seemed nice enough, but don't most villains seem kind at first before their true colors really show? "I know how strange everything is here, Drew. You know, you may be stuck here now, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll get out of here soon." Jeremie started walking and I hesitantly followed him, glancing around nervously. After a bit of walking down the hallway I saw Roxanne go down earlier, we got to a door. Jeremie stopped walking and opened it and turned around. "After you," he said, gesturing for me to go in. I just stared at him, not wanting to go in a strange room. One that he could trap me in. After a few seconds, Jeremie sighed. He headed
“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”
Heat flamed Booker’s cheeks and moving slowly forward, he eased himself into a chair. “Yeah, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts.”
I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.
The visuals in the poster do a good job of displaying the feminist-driven message.Although it's not an official remake of J. Howard Miller's work, it continues with the same visual cues as his. At first glance, you think it's the famous Rosie the Riveter poster, with the 1950svibe and the same color palette, so it catches your attention. With a closer look, the viewer would realize that it's not the original and would continue to look and analyze the poster. At a closer observation, you can see that instead of a single female, like in J. Howard Miller's work, there are 3 colored women standing right next to each other because they literally "stand together."Going along with Rosie the Riveter's arched brows, the women's bold, challenging eyebrows
"Uh...can I talk to you?" A voice you didn't expect to hear made itself present.
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. An image flashed of her face, upper lip bloody, color returning to her skin. “I thought you were dead. I saw you get shot.”
“Andrew can I meet with you for a second outside? I know you’re on your way to work but I need to talk to you about something,” asked Jerald.
"Sorry but we have to be quiet and I don't want you to scream from me startling you. Listen we have to get out of here. It isn't safe for you to be out in the open. No questions right now lets just get to safety." He grabbed my wrist tightly and we began to run again.
“No I am perfectly fine thanks. But really I was in the upstairs room of the building you know and there was a mirror and a monster and…”
“Yeah totally.” I tried to say bravely. Then she nodded her head and lead me into another room. It looked the same as the one we were just in.
After an awkward moment of silence, I began to walk towards the doors. "Now if you girls excuse me, I need to get to Vice Principal's office."
“What the f-” I started to snap, blinking when I saw nobody there. I looked around, visibly confused before a small voice
Soldiers were part of the upper middle class and often fought in quarrels or wars and were respected in the society. The middle class was made up of skilled workers such as doctors, artisans, merchants, scribes, merchants, and storekeepers. People needed to buy things from artisans and merchants so they generally had a fair life and made money. At the bottom of the social pyramid were slaves, farmers, and servants who made up the majority of the population in Ancient Egypt. Farmers raised animals, worked in the field, and also built royal monuments.
Action Plan Achieving my personal leadership goals are will take place by me allowing myself to work with others more often to obtain a better understanding them. In my chosen career field I will always have to work with other. I will achieve this goal by working on my group skills as an undergraduate student through different organizations I am apart of and attending conferences that are inclusive of working with others and understanding others. Renewing organizations I am passionate about instead of quitting is another personal leadership goal. I will achieve this goal by staying committed to organizations I join and evaluating positions I take in certain organizations.
From the time I was a young child I was plagued with nightmares. These nightmare continued thought my life into my teenage years. There were times that that the darkness surrounding me became so heavy, that I felt like it was drowning me.Pulling me deeper and deeper into its horrendous domain, until I could no longer see the light. In the wee hours of the morning I would awaken covered in sweat, panting, desperately trying to refill my lungs with oxygen. As the woeful tears rolled down my cheeks, I would close my eyes and picture ten