The Host Club: A Narrative Fiction

1)A group role is the part a member plays in a group, as a function of your traits, personality, your expectation, expectations of others in the group. and who you are as an individual. Each member in the Breakfast Club has had an input into the story line and there are multiple characters with different roles, inputs and circumstances and all of them interacting to make this film quite interesting. Lets start off with the most deviant of them all.

“Hey,” he says, with a wave and a grin. Apparently that’s all the excuse Bokuto needs to rush forward, pulling Kuroo into a hug so sincere that it’s almost embarrassing to be doing it out in the open while people rush around them trying to get work done.

The children unlocked the door. With tears on her face, Margot slowly walked towards the door and pushed it lightly. The kids glanced at each other, wondering who was going to tell her about the event. They all felt extremely guilty.“We….um”, one of them started.

Yuvi ruffled her hair and her expression morphed into one of bloody murder. Shyra and Riana gasped. "See you around, kid."

No one likes to be the butt of a joke, Pilgrim Chaucer included. In the Prologue to Sir Thopas, the Host, Harry Bailey, a crude, hulking man, taunts Pilgrim Chaucer by making fun of his quiet manners and delicate appearance. Lacking a physical advantage over the Host, Pilgrim Chaucer wisely chooses to get back at him by using his wits. Rather than getting upset over Harry’s slurs, the Pilgrim takes his revenge in a more subtle way by telling a tale guaranteed to irritate his Host: a lilting, ridiculous piece of fluff about a hopelessly effeminate knight called Sir Thopas. Through the use of camp language and phallic symbols, Geoffrey Chaucer, in his poem the Tale of Sir Thopas, creates a mocking counterpoint to his Host, and exposes Harry’s

His eyes were glued to the remote dimple on the side of her cheek. It was his way of containing the boyish grin that illuminated his face when she spoke. He stared adoringly, until Jinora's hand found the top of his. Kai stepped forward and he took a fortifying breath.

“To be honest? Home. My mind had been clouded lately. I’ve been going though some old stuff, and I keep finding a lot of illegal stuff happening.” Danny sighed. He turned to face Aiko.

"Do you know where I go to find where my dormitory is." I asked him.

She walked up to the small group that was heading out, she lifted her right arm up

She bowed her head and nodded with tears in her eyes, showing her appreciation and

“Tch!” Under him was Kanda who seems to be pissed off, after he was Chaozii pass out along with Lavi. “Uweeeh

At merely six years old Luna, who goes by her middle name Jane, lost her mother. Jane’s mother grew up in Coney Island, NY. Her grandfather was a famous man on the island and had a home that he passed down to Jane’s family. Jane’s family, which consisted of her brother Marcus and their father, were constantly moving from place to place. When Jane and her brother became high-schoolers, their dad moved them into the inherited home on Coney. Soon enough, she meets some people, and not exactly the type of people she was planning on meeting either; misfits. She grows to like them because they are all that she has, and becomes curious of a club she thinks they participate in. Posters around the school with weird messages pop up about the,

Alibaba closed his eyes feeling the pain in his body intensify. Hakuryuu has been talking when he finally noticed Alibaba’s pain.

That was it. It was way too loud. Aiden slammed the mug onto the table to make his point. Steaming drops of cheap coffee erupted from the impact and flowed down onto the rotting wood. He was going to have to clean that up, and there wasn’t any Bounty left.

There was once a time in my life when I was simply a nameless face in the sea of hundreds of students around me due to my constant fear of others perceptions of me. The intolerable feelings of dismay sent chills down my spine as I treked through the populous hallways daily. I was as quiet as a mouse , too terrified to open my mouth to ask the simplest question . I desired to make a difference all throughout my freshmen year of highschool but my fears did not dare let me venture out of my comfort zone, I believed I lacked something special and I did, confidence and determination. Finally, my sophomore year when I yearned the most for a better purpose I decided to throw my fears of not being accepted to the wind and set out to become a part of something special so that I could make a difference in my