7 Years Ago:
"Honey, pack your things." That simple four-word phrase had my heart palpitating as frantic thoughts raced across my mind. I couldn't be moving! All of my friends were here, in Serenwood!. My pack was here in Serenwood. My mother smiled reassuringly at me, sensing my fear with her super-mom senses. As mother of five kids, not including my dad, who was a child at heart, she needed those abilities to raise her large family without going insane.
"Don't worry, silly girl! We're not moving out of the pack house; we're just moving to the top floor." Shock and curiosity replaced the fear in system as I thought of the forbidden top floor, where the Alpha and
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He was never cruel and did not abuse his power; anything he did was for the greater good, and ultimately the pack benefited from all of his decisions.
"Come on Rose! Don't dawdle now, get your things packed!" Mom's shrill voice called out from a distance as she glided away, probably heading off to do her own packing. I sighed slightly, and headed to my room, not even close to ready for the daunting task of packing up my bedroom.
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A couple of hours later, my room was finally packed. The light teal walls had been stripped of the posters of various boy bands, the aforementioned posters rolled up neatly and placed into a bag. My huge library consisting of several children's books and lighter novels, along with my newest task, reading Ender's Game, were all packed into one backpack that also contained my iPod and other electronics. In one cardboard box, I squeezed in my playthings, and my drawing materials. Another box contained my bedding, and finally a suitcase was filled with my clothes.
I slung the back pack over my shoulder, balanced the two cardboard boxes on my hip with one hand, and dragged my fuchsia suitcase with the other. I headed outside of my room, taking slow, careful steps so the boxes wouldn't tip over. Some members of my pack approached me, offering their help, but I politely declined. I was eleven years old; I could handle moving some suitcases and boxes up three flights of stairs. The suitcase was only moderately heavily, and the boxes
The Flowers By Alice Walker Written in the 1970's The Flowers is set in the deep south of America and is about Myop, a small 10-year old African American girl who explores the grounds in which she lives. Walker explores how Myop reacts in different situations. She writes from a third person perspective of Myop's exploration. In the first two paragraph Walker clearly emphasises Myop's purity and young innocence.
After a little while, Charmaine finally gathered up the courage to ask her mom, “Why are we packing our stuff?”
In the novel Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel Keyes, Charlie, a mentally disabled adult, has brain surgery to increase intelligence.The scientists do not have a right to surgically change his brain.Rather than think about/believe Charlie's quality of life, the scientists think about/believe their own fame.Ultimately, with the death of Algernon and Charlie's research, the operation did not yield success.
“The Flowers” by Alice Walker is a short story written in the 1970’s. The story focuses on Myop, a ten year old African American girl who loves to explore the land in which she lives. Carefree and naïve, Myop decides to travel further away from her ‘Sharecropper cabin’ and travels deep inside the woods to unfamiliar land where she discovers the decomposed body of an African American man. It is then Myop quickly grows up and suddenly becomes aware of the world in which she lives. The story relies on setting and symbolism to convey the theme of departing innocence.
“It’s not fair,” I huffed, “I don’t want to leave! This is my home!” My mother’s brown eyes stared back at me, filled with a knowledge and understanding I had yet to possess and would lack for years to come. She left the barren living room, leaving behind a trace of the fruity perfume she always wore. It was futile to argue; the boxes were packed and ready to be loaded onto the trucks in a few hours. Having nowhere else to sit, I descended to the floor. The light oak wooden floorboards that used to be clothed in rugs were now naked. In the next month, new pairs of feet would walk on these boards.
The story "Flowers for Algernon", by Daniel Keyes, that we read in English was about a mentally retarded person, named Charlie who had an operation to increase his intelligence, but the operation was a failure and Charlie is slow again. He wants to move now so society won’t ridicule him for being slow again. Daniel Keyes wrote this short story for good reasons. Daniel Keyes wrote "Flowers for Angernon" to show people from an outside look on how we treat mentally challenged people. When you treat people as you always do, you don’t see how mean or how cruel it really may be. It could just be your personality or the way you were brought up. By him writing a story on a mentally challenged person wanting to become smart to
She was late to her friend’s house. Her mind became so easily distracted by the mix of bright colors on the small, portable, handheld device. Jolted back to the reality of what little time was allotted for packing; she took purposeful grabs containing bare necessities for the night with the clock still ticking away behind her. One by one, Della dropped items into her black and white, polka dotted, drawstring bag. And then out the door- like a dazed New Yorker rushing through the station to get to the departing subway-- she left her modern yet plain house, only saying goodbye to her mother. Her father hadn’t lived there for years.
The inside of the house was way better than the outside but it seem boring inside. It took me forever to find my room. My room had a window that i can open and go onto the roof, it is very big in size. Mom and Dad finally came in the house after they had a talk with our landlord. I knew that as soon as we got here my hands are going to hurt because of carrying boxes in, unloading the boxes , and then putting them away.
“Mom! Come on. We’re gonna be late!” Anxiously, I sprint upstairs to see what is taking so long.
Far off in a meadow, on a warm day in May, a very special, little cottontail was born. One look at him and his mother, Blossom, knew right away, that he was extra special. Even though she thought him perfect in every way. He didn't look like any of the cottontails she had ever seen before.
“What are you doing just standing there? Get dressed, then pack food and water!” my mom’s stark voice startled me out of my stupor. She sounded panicked and afraid.
"I won't," I groaned and after I was dressed I ran my fingers through my hair and raced down the stairs into the kitchen.
I stuck my tongue out at him and he moved to open the door. As soon as it was unlocked, I went inside. There it was. Perfect home for the perfect family. I sighed and made my way up the stairs, hoping to find my room quickly. I hated being around those freaks.
My day started like every other day. Laying in bed and unwinding until you have the energy to actually get out of bed and be productive. Except, it really wasn’t. It was August of 2014, beginning of the school year. I had lived on a street called Larsen Lane nearly all of my life, and had gone to the same school all my life, too. We should’ve been getting ready for school, but our parents decided we should take the day off. This kind of unwinding was different because my brother and I had slept on just mattresses; our bed frames had already been packed. Our room was just plain. The blue walls had stayed here ever since we had got them painted years ago, but that was it. The stickers we collected on our sliding glass doors to our closet were all taken off. I laid there, bland and lifeless, on the verge of tears even, thinking about the choice that could set me up for middle school. Our mom settled herself in bed with us, comforting us so we would couldn’t get too overwhelmed by the emotions of leaving behind our old life.
Flowers have been the symbol of beauty, love, admiration and many other emotions. Since their birth on earth, they have been revered for their aromas, hues, shapes, charm, and also as a source of food. While the nature has gifted humankind with different flowers, scientific research have added more varieties to them. Because of which, their significance and importance kept changing and growing with the passage of time. But what hasn't changed since the old times are their reverence and use in different events. Here, we are going to see 5 different flowers with their importance and meaning for events.