“Just tell me what happened,” the detective spat at Harper. “I already told you what -----” Harper spat back. “Well tell me again!” he interrupted. “Fine,” Harper said rolling her big brown eyes, flipping her short brown and kicking her narrow feet on the metal table in front of her.
“Get your filthy feet off the table!” the detective growled.
“Do you want me to tell you the story or not pops? I’m not getting any younger! She said. Harper had always been a little snobby.
“Fine” he said through his teeth.
“Great, Now that we have come to an understanding,” she said, flashing her white teeth. “I was sleeping then I heard screaming. I ran to the hallway then to the bathroom where I heard the screaming coming from,” she paused “It…” she …show more content…
“What are my options?” Alex asked.
“You can either go to the Institute for the rest of your life or take the death penalty,” she said to Alex. “I’m sorry, I tried to get you more options but the Society wouldn’t let me,” she added.
“What’s the Society?” Alex asked confused.
“It’s our government; they make and enforce the rules. If you’re not ‘perfect’ then they either kill you of send you r to the Institute,” she said grimly. “So what will it be?” she questioned.
“The Institute,” Alex said glumly.
“Are you sure?” Alex’s lawyer asked.
“I’m only sixteen, anything is better than death,” she growled, as the guards got up to take her to the Institute.
When she walked into the cemented room there was a bunk bed in the corner with sheets folded neatly on the bottom bed and a giant lump of sheets scrambled around on the top bed. Great a roommate, Alex thought to herself menacingly. There were no windows two dressers, a clock, a dim light bulb in the center of the room and a camera in the corner diagonal form the bunk bed that was moving constantly. “Welcome to the Institute, here is your number 768,” the guard said to Alex. Then a girl rose room the top bunk, she shoved all the sheets of her then jumped off of the bed on to the floor. She had a white shirt and black short on and was barefooted. She was tall and towered over Alex who was only five feet six inches, she also had a tan and shaggy hair that flopped everywhere. “Hi, my name is Ponny… Ponny Addison and might I ask
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I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.
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The moment arrived. When I opened the doors, I scanned the architectural design of the room. The classroom looked like a mid-size basketball gym. The concrete blocked walls were painted white. The hard-wooded floors complimented two black pianos scattered in different locations of the vicinity.
What is the point of any piece of great literature? Or rather, what is great literature? Some would say that accomplished literature is a way of exceptionally telling a story. However, what is the point of storytelling? In many cases, stories are told for entertainment. However, most stories have a moral or theme conveying an important message about life or how to live it. This is the point of great literature, to convey this message beautifully. Some pieces of great literature are The Story-Teller, by Saki, Geraldine Moore the Poet, by Toni Cade Bambara, and Enemy Territory, by William Melvin Kelley. To understand the themes of great literature, you must also understand how to analyze it. The content
As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.
Right then she heard hard heavy footsteps outside in the corridor before her door was flung open. She opened her mouth to scream but then she realized it was her husband and she started to laugh instead. “Oh you scared me dear.
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“I remember sitting to dinner with Mom and Dad…after that…all I remember are sirens.” Avi said, her eyebrows knitting together as she tried to remember what came after. “Where are we?” Avi asked again, looking around the metal
“I think I know where that is...” she mused and turned around to leave the padded room just in time to see the door slam shut! She raced forwards but she heard the three clicks-there