Somewhere for Me

“Ok, I know a great place to go.” She said cheerfully unlike the tone she had earlier. They walked for awhile until they reached a black house with a big window.

“No actually I don’t. But thank you for your concern, I suppose.” After those last words the Captain Galloped away, leaving Samuel behind.

"Yeah, sure. Do you even know how to ride?" Matteo chuckled, knowing that i had no clue.

Lennie looked down at the hay. "Says I can't tend no rabbits if I talk to you or anything."

“Well, Peevish McKnob, I’ll make a deal with you, okay? I’ll stop invading your privacy if you can help my family out and tell me where that pot of gold is.” I could tell the leprechaun was thinking about it and after some serious deliberation, he nodded and whispered something in my ear.

“I was at the old house, you know the one in the meadow where I was found, right?”

“I’m sure we can get you a nice docile pony,” Ann assured her friend. “Lord Donovan, where are we heading?”

Jack grits his teeth. He knows the man won’t stop pestering him if he keeps denying. Might as well buy one for today. Fifty cents won’t leave a dent

“Really,” Tilly asked, eyeing Dominique for the trap. They were in the ladies sitting room. “You want me to go with you to Lord Gavin’s”

“Oh, your presence here is not intrusion at all. We would be delighted to have you visit our village.” She says, gesturing to 2 extra beasts beside us. “We could escort you to our village, where you would stay throughout your visit here in Bavin.”

“Shouldn’t you at least try to show a little modesty and act reasonable?” I asked, throwing myself into a battle that has a foregone conclusion. “After all, this is fake and demanding him to purchase top of the line gifts this early on gives you the appearance of an exploiter.”

“At the Dark End of the Street,” is a novel that takes back to the terrifying experience Recy Taylor had in Abbeville, Alabama. Taylor was gang-raped by six white men in the 1940s. This scene immediately shows readers the civil rights movement during the 20th century and how important it was in understanding what was happening. Danielle McGuire is the author of “At the Dark End of the Street,” which was published in 2010. However, “This Nonviolent Stuff’ll Get You Killed,” is a novel that focuses on King’s protection during the Montgomery bus boycott that took place in Montgomery, Alabama. Charles E. Cobb is the author of “This Nonviolent Stuff’ll Get You Killed,” and was published in 2014. Both of these novels focus their points on different and similar aspects of the civil rights movement. When Cobb wrote “This Nonviolent Stuff’ll Get You Killed,” he focuses on the protection African Americans needed in order to not get killed completing everyday tasks, like going grocery shopping. Even on public transportation, civil rights activist felt threatened to the point of bringing weapons and concealing them on their personnel. Even though both novels take place during different times of the Civil Rights Movement they both show the similar hardships important figures played during this movement.

“I guess not... but don't expect me to do it again! I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Spyke!” And she runs off to the plaza.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

“You have it. You may go now; I have some thinking to do. I will summon you later” then turned back to the valley.