The Girl with the Blue and Green Eyes

In the novel Stargirl a teenager in high school is very outgoing and a little “weird” to the other students at Micah High School. She has to face a big decision to become a conformist to the high school norms or be a nonconformist and be her unique self. She meets a boy Leo who will impact her decision heavily. The other students are very rude to her because they are, in away, scared of her because she isn’t “normal”. Archie a old man that students often went to for stories understood Stargirl and helped other to except her.

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

I looked over to the alarm clock and saw a bright red 1:06 AM. The door creaked slowly and a dark figure entered the room. The silhouette walked closer to me, heels clicking on the vinyl floor. A sinister smile spread across her rotting face.

There is no music or dialogue yet but the viewers can hear a bell tolling midnight, this is pathetic fallacy because midnight is associated with the inexplicable, mysterious and miraculous. We can also hear owls hooting, faint dogs barking

Skylar woke up feeling different than usual. She is filled with the overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Yet, she is always filled with great joy. Not knowing what lies in the future she gets up ready to take on her life changing story. She makes it to the hospital with anticipation coming over her. She goes under not knowing if she is going to make it out alive.

Hard-boiled detective fiction sets the scene for a cold and harsh reality. Dashiell Hammett’s, “The Girl with The Silver Eyes” is no exception to this rule. In this short story Hammett paints a picture of a brutally realistic urban center filled with characters that not many people would want to call friends. The realistic qualities of Hammett’s story are drawn from his own life’s experience working as a Pinkerton detective. The detective in “The Girl With The Silver Eyes” works for the Continental Detective Agency and is, therefore, known simply as the Continental Op. In the beginning of the story the Op professes, “a detective, if he is wise, takes pains to make and keep as many friends as possible among transfer company, express

Hadlei Smith was a gorgeous teenage girl, with bright red hair. She was five foot, six inches tall, and had a frail stature. Hadlei lived with her parents, and was an only child. She was more of the art type, rather than math or science. As she would always act kindly, she was known for her thoughtful personality. Unlike some red-haired people, Hadlei loved her red hair, and wouldn’t change it for anything. She lived in Houston, Texas, her whole life, which in her opinion, was the best place to live in the entire world. She went to school at Stratford High School, and was halfway done with her ninth grade year.

One night they heard loud noises that woke them up at 2:00 in the morning. Suddenly the

BRRRRNNNGGGG! BRRRRRNNNGGG! The familiar, but annoying sound come blaring from the out of date alarm clock, sitting on the dresser, in Katie’s small bedroom. Katie knew all too well that the antiquated clock, which had been her mothers and her grandmothers before that, would continue to scream at her until she put an end to it. The treasured alarm clock had been given to her on her tenth birthday, twelve years ago to the day, but the memory was as fresh in Katie’s mind as if it had happened only yesterday.

Asami groaned in the darkness, the grogginess of her nap hanging over her like a storm-cloud. She stretched, splaying out across her bed, not quite sure which way the bedhead was facing, or whether or not she was still on her bed or simply curled up in her sheets lying on the floor. The alarm on her phone screamed through the room.

Whoever said the early bird catches the worm deserved to be shot. Genevieve pulled the blankets higher over her head after slapping her blaring alarm off. For the time being anyway. Give it 15 minutes and it would be going off again, simply because she knew one alarm would just not cut it. Maybe she could attempt to sleep through the second alarm. Or maybe it was the third? Oh well. Genevieve dozed off again, zoning back into consciousness a full half hour after what was actually her fourth alarm and she kind of panicked for a few seconds before remembering: no school.

Young Hippolyta is the kind of girl to be outside running through creeks in the woods with her brother, during the day, and be lying in her bed dreaming of her perfect fairytale wedding, at night. She is also the quiet girl that spends her time reading romance novels and writing in her diary. Her hair flows in the wind as she walks and every guy stops to look because she is skinny, tall and looks older than she actually is.

Hungover from the night before, Ron Gullivers rolls out to the edge of his bed before hanging one foot over and then the other and sitting up right. He feels himself get dizzy from this quick of motion, so early; Or at least he thought it was early, Ron woke up late and did not get up until noon and had not realized it until the new six-foot grandfather clock he just bought started ringing off its 12 o’clock melody. The sound of the chimes ring, like a miniature orchestra, throughout the giant mansion that Ron’s father bought for him. Ron is mesmerized by the acoustics of his home, how he can hear every part of the clock’s melody with such clarity despite it being on the other side of his house. Luckily for Ron today is Sunday, and that means

She never understood other girls and avoided personal relationships. Her mother had taught her from a young age the important things in the world. Due to this, she did not have much of a childhood. Her Dad had left the family when Skylar was young, and since that day, She had not heard a single word from him. Her mother commented once, “Your father Skylark was different person. He was never meant to settle down, and raise a family. I knew that from the beginning.” Skylark never knew what to believe. She couldn’t even remember what her father looked liked anymore, but was told she resemble him very much. Skylark had long extravagant golden blonde hair that shinned brightly in the warm tropical sun. Her eyes displayed beautiful blues and greens all meshed together in a unique arrangement, with extensive jet-black eyelashes. Paired with olive toned skin and legs that extended for days. Skylark had striking features; the only thing was she had no clue of her beauty. She loathed the fact that she resembled her ditching father. She longed to look like her mother, to have her sleek black hair and eyes as dark as a great white shark. Basically her mother and Skylark were complete opposites. Also, Skylark longed to swim. During her early years, her mother, busy with research, did not have time to teach Skylark to swim. Now, Skylark looked a turquoise waters at nothing, but a sadly reminded of her so called

The most important and valuable ingredients of being an American to me is to have freedom and safety. These are key ingredients that go hand in hand and that is because you cannot be free without safety. if you had to constantly be worried about safety this would how you back from leaving your house or limiting the amount of things you’re able to do, and that causes suppression of self-expression. Many appreciations go to this class as we see it gave us many example in the arterials and books covered.