Madame Giry: A Short Story

Mother held true to her word about arranging a visit between Maude Jefferson and Ginny. Ginny knew she could not complain, having been able to see Celia and Ben yesterday, but oh how she wished too! She wanted nothing to do with Maude Jefferson and her jiggling mole.

Thomas bowed and said, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle, uh, Madame Lafontaine. You are as beautiful as your mother was at your age…” he turned to Angelique, his eyes questioning. She shook her head in the negative. That was when I knew that he wondered if he was my father.

If I could spend a day with anyone, It would most likely be Madame Giry. She would give me a tour of the opera house, showing me the chandaleir, all the hidden doors, exploring the history. After that, we would practice singing, she would show me what its like to sing on stage, give me tips on how to improve. Next, we would go to lunch in paris, I would explore the french tastes. After that comes, Hearing stories about Meg's childhood, all the embarrassing ones of course. Later, I would tell her what it's like to live in canada, and all the differences about each others' cultures. Madame Giry would take me to see the world of fashion held in paris, seeing the differences in teens' attire. Later, would be seeing the Eitfull tower, climbing

As she sat in the chair sewing and giggling, she heard one of the silverware or plates hit the table creating a little mentally twang. It was just a reminder she was not alone. She smiled abut quickly hid it as not to draw intention. She heard the smacking of hungry jows on the meat, slowly devouring the meat. She continued to sew. The needle wove in and out of the fabric, just like how she was weaving in and out of her prosecute. What if she was caught though? She knew this was all very risky. Suddenly from as is if she had been sleeping, she heard a voice louder than the other sin the ther other room.

Jean Luc had been walking quietly through the halls when he heard a door slam shut. His head shot up from staring at the ground and he began running towards the noise. Everything around him was shut out as there was only one thing on his mind, what on God's great Earth could that have been.

This narrative essay I am going to tell you about is about Mrs.Maloney. I am her lawyer and I am going to tell you why she is not guilty. I am also going to support those claims. My goal is for me to convince the judge that she didn’t do it. The thing is I know she didn’t do the bad deed,but I am going to be giving reasoning from the text.

Freddy Croger lived in a wooden cabin that was falling apart. The door was hanging on and he had a hole in the side because he punched thru the wall and he kicked down the door. It was really old wood it was rotting away it was so old. He was a killer he lived in a forest with dead leafs.

One time, a long long time ago, I lived in a bog house with this professor who was kind and mysterious. I lived there with my brother, Peter, my sister, Susan, my youngest sister, Lucy, Mrs.Macready, the housekeeper, and three servants named, Ivy, Margaret, and Betty. Susan was the oldest, Peter was the second oldest, I was the next, and then Lucy. Lucy was very curious . One day as it was raining we went exploring through the very large house. Lucy being curious had to go her own direction. As the rest of us kept walking, Lucy ran out to us acting crazy saying she went to this magical place where it's always winter and never Christmas. She acted like she was gone for hours. We thought it was all in her imagination. She wanted us to look at the wardrobe, but when we looked there was nothing but coats.

"I wish you would," he said. "My brother used to do this all the time, but he graduated from the university and moved away. He taught me last summer, but I've forgotten how to start. I'm Clyde Hatton, by the way, and these are my friends. We've had this party a couple of times every summer for years; we're all friends from before high school, and I think they're beginning to want to think about dinner sometime tonight. We've got plenty, if you'd like to join us, and I'd be very grateful for the help. By the way, that big-mouthed girl is Katy, my girlfriend."

Chantal Gabie stated she was outside the west exit doors near classroom #1013 and was smoking a cigarette. She heard a loud pop noise and saw Chuck Manson running out from the west exit doors. Gabie thought she heard at least three pop noise, and seconds later saw Manson. Gabie doesn’t own a gun or ever fired a gun before, but thought it was very loud and differently didn’t sound like fireworks. Manson was in a hurry when he ran outside the exit doors, but strangely enough smiled at her while running away.

Minerva tipped the glass to her nose and sniffed before taking a resigned sip. “Better than Horace’s, but I’ll pass.” She set it down on a tray floating past. “Are your children enjoying their holidays?”

One of my first and current best friend is Alfredo Diaz, I call him Freddy for short. I forgot how we met but so did he. Other of my since kinder friends are Kaylie and Johan. I'm still in contact with Kaylie. She also goes to Valley High School and I added her on Snapchat. I am no longer in contact with Johan, since he went to Segerstrom High School, he also did not have a phone or any social media, so I lost a close friend when I graduated from Carr Intermediate. The rest of my elementary school friends are a blur. I met a ton of great and amazing people when I went to middle school. My close friends of jr. college are Daisy and Giselle. Daisy is my girl bestie and Giselle is my friend that is a girl. I recreated some of my past friendships

“Welcome, Miss Fonix, to Geolune Royal Academy. I am Headmaster Randolph. I trust you had a nice time traveling.” He seemed fairly kind.

Last night I read a story called The Necklace and in the story Madame Lucy a middle-class women long to live like the rich and then one day her husband brought home and invention from them to attend a fancy ball and she despair for she has no fine clothes and then her husband gave her money to buy Super Bowl dressed and then however is Joy was short-lived for she had then you're on

Tonya! Wake up, Ashley is at the door, says Tonya’s mom. Tonya quickly jumps up and runs down stairs to open the door. Ashley looks a bit frustrated being that she waited outside for for Tonya for over an half an hour. I thought we said we were going to meet at the mall, I didn’t know you were coming to pick me up says Tonya. Ashley mumbles and throws her self on to the sofa. Just get dress come on says Ashley. Okay, I’ll only be 20 minutes tops Tonya yells as she jets up the steps to get dress.