The Chapters : What Is A Disrespected Me?

Page one. I read the words all the words and to my surprise it wasn’t too bad. So, I flipped right ahead to page two and I was so engaged and loving it even more. I couldn’t put this book down for even a second, so when it was time for dinner, I sat at the table and snuck not my phone, but my book. It was extremely fascinating that's why. I couldn’t let go until Bud stuck the pencil right up his nose, I threw the book right under because I couldn’t handle the imagination while eating. I felt queasy and uncomfortable, so I asked to be excused and sprinted up the stairs tumbled, and then got right up and sprinted down the hall and slid right into the carpet. This marked the day i pulled my first all nighter. I finished the book. I finished the whole entire

Every page seems to, instead of wearing her out, motivate her to continue on to the next one. It is like she has rediscovered the kind of writing she had loved when she was younger, the kind she still often found with a short story or school assignment. Without straining herself, she finishes ten pages, fifteen, twenty, thirty.

It was the week after my eighteenth birthday and the smell of artificial smoke and the sound of young children dressed as monsters, demanding sweet treats, permeated my room. My fingers pressed to The Jade Shard, the book I had chosen for the project which had gotten all warped from the moisture that attacked the pages when I was reading it in the steamy shower. I sat down at my laptop, my body limp from exhaustion, to work on a paper for school. Writer’s block tripped me like The Mountain did The Red Viper.

He sat up and scootched to the edge of his bed, sighing deeply as he considered the course of actions to come. To say the very least, he was excited, though nervous at the same time. It was a very unpleasant mixture of feelings that didn’t boil over well in his stomach, but he supposed he had to suck it up and muster what he’d been praying to do since the end of Summer, when school had started. Getting up now, he maneuvered to his closet and pulled out his jacket, putting it on when suddenly he had caught a folder of papers in his peripheral vision.

"Did I mention how beautiful you looked earlier?" You could feel the blush creeping on your cheeks, which made Elijah smile like an idiot while he extended his hand out, you accepting without hesitation. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, all while staring lustfully into your eyes.

He turned to Cordelia. “Oh lady Cordelia you are as beautiful as always.” He kissed her hand too. Cordelia giggled.

It did not exactly hurt her in the way it might for another, it made curiosity coarse through her veins. She looked between Mr. Linden, moving toward her with cautious movements as one might do with a frightened animal and back down to the sleek cover of the book. There was not a speck of dust on the book, a large difference to the others in the room as if it had been cleaned each day. Her thoughts began to roll like thunder in her mind, the loudest screaming a chorus of ‘why?’.

She paused for a moment and looked at the page of cheesy comparisons and misspelled words. Just then, she felt like she was in 3rd grade again, watching her mother leave forever. Feeling left behind, forgotten. Unwanted. The only light in the dark room was the glow of her laptop and the glistening tears rolling down her face.

     He hummed a yes. "It's been a long time since I heard or said my name."

Despite living in an age full of technology and devices, words persistently dominate our world, with each carrying its own meaning. When strung together, these words can combine into an inspiring masterpiece of great literary works. Found bountifully in today’s society, literature acts as the messenger for truth and knowledge. It conveys the human story and explores the insuperable mind, creating lasting impacts in its readers. Consequently, from a young age, books taught, comforted, and guided me, ultimately to influence who I now am. English language and literature continue to impact my daily life.

He looked around and then walked over to where we were standing. 
“Hello Queenie” he said with a small smirk.

“Um. What’s your name?” Harry asked a surprisingly bold statement from him. He was tempted to simply stand up and walk out of the diner in order to prevent all future embarrassment. She smiled at him a slightly surprised look on her face.

"Thank you," Elina said, taking the book from him. She walked north, to the other side of the library. She walked to a mahogany table, away from other forms of life but her. She sat down on a chair, seeing the sunlight shone through the dusty window behind her. She placed the book on the table, examining the cover. As she read the description on the back, her thoughts finally hunted her down. Watching two children playing from the window, to her, they seemed to have a playful time. "It'll be nice to actually have an adventure for once, but that's what books are for." As she opened the book, it started to glow. Suddenly, everything went dark. Lights mysteriously turned off, window blinds are shut tight, allowing little light to pass. The thud of the book is heard, no longer feeling the table."Mr. Maplewood, I can't see anything!" But when she shouted, the only sound she hears is her voice and her heart beating. She walked around a bit to search for shelves, but nothing seemed to be there, just emptiness. Neither she could feel the chair she just sat for a few seconds ago or her yellow backpack she just placed it on. The book is the only thing

Tickled by the affection of being read, the book is full of joy as it's anxiety slowly but surely settles down.The book’s chest loosens up, unlike before when it had a tightness that would not go away , it's happiness takes over the darkness that once consumed it,which is also a new experience for the book. Jessica was the opposite, still happy, but on a thrill ride that this book is taking her on, she couldn’t contain her excitement so her heart was pounding, and she was sure everyone in the book store could hear the thump thump thumping of her nervous heart. But no one could, every now and then though,the book could feel the girls racing heart in her hands as she held the book’s sides firmly and protectively.

“Edyth, how are you today?” He looked up at me with eyes full of curiosity for such a small question.