Hazel's Monologue

That’s the reason why the speaker felt very fear. Furthermore, the wind was strained at the door, and made a noise seems

Suddenly, Slam!!! Hazel's father made a crack in the door as he slammed it into the wall with the other scratches from slammed door´s and cigaret burn marks. He looked right in Hazel´s lustrous blue eyes as if he was reading her pure soul, like he was Ursula and Hazel was the Little Mermaid. After a minute he stopped the connection between them and said in a demanding voice ¨I¨ ¨I told your mother we should have sent

I nod to him and walk down the long walkway and toward the door and unsurprisingly it was locked. I check out the house and find and open window.

Remember when your parents told you: it was time to grow up and sleep alone? You liked the thought of growing up to a big boy or big girl, but you were unsure about sleeping in your own bed at night And when you hand a nightmare, or you heard something creeping up the stairs at midnight you got frightened, and when to your parents room and briefly told them what occurred. This same thing happen in Lord of the Flies, except there were no grownups to flee to when there was a conflict and they got

and it closed softly behind me, the blades snick-ing back into their places and the alarm re-engaging behind my back. I looked around, keeping perfectly still with my body pressed into the shadows against the door, my eyes narrowed and my breath coming and going silently through my mouth. The room was bare except for a white block about the size of a

George continued out the door and stumbled down the front porch. He ran off into the forest. Intrigued, Slim quietly followed George not knowing what he was about to witness. Oh so quietly, Slim watched his every move. He was so unsure to why George looked so eager and determined while running through the woods. All the sudden George stopped. Slim quickly did too but not quick enough.

He listens more. Questioning the tapping at such a late hour, he finally goes to the door and opens it. Peering into the darkness, he closes the door as nothing appeared to be there. Wondering what else it could be, he walks over to his window. Not sure what else to think, the man believes that it must have been gust of wind from a storm.

He heard Sterling slam the door to the room and begin to talk to someone outside. After a moment of so the door opened again. There was a brief pause before the door slammed shut again and footsteps began to approach.

The first costume I choose was the recreate Hazel’s dress when they were at Amsterdam and Augustus and Hazel were going to go eat. The outfit wasn't really described, only giving me a vague description of her dress and colours. I drew out what I thought she looked like and the details of Hazel’s style. I drew Hazel with a periwinkle dress, having dark purple and dark violet flower accents/belt wrapping around her. I imagine her style to be simple and minimalistic.

Suddenly, a muffled but audible chipping noise rang out from the building, followed with a volley of shrieks and footsteps. Stanley thoughtlessly dashed to the front door, almost ramming it, and began to knock frantically. “Is it alright in there?” Stanley projected through the door. There was a brief stretch of silence, but atlast someone answered:

Today has been an amazing day. I know this is unbelievable but the whole day I hanged out with teenagers. TEENAGERS!!!! I know right. How am I still alive? They are not actually that bad. Don’t worry they are not strangers. I’m giving them some money for a fund they are running and I told them about my visits to the zoo so I invited them. They are fun. I will tell you this, they have complete different personalities. Oh… I forgot to tell you their names, John and Lorraine. John seems like a rebel and a trouble maker to me. He’s like a lady man. I could smell the cigarette and alcohol on him but I didn’t want to say anything about it. I just figured he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents and they probably don’t care. Lorraine is

“Put your ear to it. What can you hear?” Legolas whispered as he put his ear to wall and heard the heavy clunking of many pairs of feet and clinking

Fighting to keep my eyes open and maintain the consciousness I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto for long, I let out a lengthy but silent yawn out of sheer resignation. After working out in the fields for hours upon hours earlier this morning, the last morning, and basically every day preceding this one, I felt a hollow ache and a familiar type of exhaustion creeping over my body, getting the better of the shepherd’s stamina I knew was inside me.

“I told you,” she sniffled, “It’s Hazel, Hazel Ana Deer.” The little girl started laughing, her laugh ringing like a high pitched whistle, as it echoed off the surrounding dumpsters and littered concrete. Hazel stared at her, looking so hopelessly lost and desperate, that after a moment the girl stopped laughing, “Oh, you’re serious.”

When coming up to a room, I jumped when hearing something or someone pounding on the door. It drew all our attention to that was for sure. Seeing Noct walk over to the door, Prompto stopped Noct and told him, that he needs to brace for this. Prompto said on the count of three and started counting. When reaching one, Noct tried to open the door, but apparently, it was another locked