I watch Jack squatting behind the trees slathering gooey, brownish mud all over his face. The only thing I am thinking is how disgusting and unsanitary that is. If we ever get rescued, they are going to have so many health issues. But, the other boys on this island obviously don’t care what I think if I did happen to say anything. One by one, the littleuns start to join in. My face is full of distaste, and I have thought it all through, yet I still don’t know why this is reasonable. But, then I overhear that the reason for this is survival. The boys are putting the awful looking slime all over their faces so they aren’t as noticeable to the pigs when they go hunting. I decide to be a bystander and follow the boys as they hunt. While following
The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.
Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.
COLIN: She says I’m “better off here” and that “Luke will get better”! They’re just excuses for the fact that she hates me!
Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.
Last time you spoke with Brooke Tolzmann, you seemed very interested in the WPP/Simplilearn eLearning partnership.. I know how hectic things can get with meetings and deadlines so, I want to ensure we stay connected to get your team equipped with the tools to help with keep up as digital continues to rapidly evolve.
The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.
When I and George found Lennie I knew deep inside me, that the dream couldn’t continue. It was just like Santa Claus, everyone believes in it because one person keeps the spirit up. Lennie believed in it and wanted it most but now he can’t stay here and he will probably die. I hope he will be alright because he reminds me of my dog. He needed me and I was dependent on him because otherwise I would turn lonely. It’s the same with George and Lennie where Lennie is my dog and George is me. If Curley and the others find out they will probably kill Lennie and if Lennie dies they might also kill me finally because I’m just an old guy who worked beyond his usefulness. I don’t want to die yet so I asked George if he knew whether we could continue
I owe you a thanks. For being my favorite big brother ever. You’re my day one. My chauffer. My protector. My supporter. My role model. You’re all these things and more.
2 pip Please, take it all! Don't hurt me! Even if there is a quorum, Mr Gumbi must be here... - before the vote can go ahead. - Says who? - Where are you going? - To pack my things! I'm moving out! 40,000... up... 6 hours to go. Brother, we have to go to Cape Town. When Namhla sends us the
“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.
That was a rather embarrassing collegiate polo career! Thank you so much for bearing with me one more time yesterday at Mona Plummer. It was exceptionally long that the fresh and colorful flowers my friend brought me were dying, maybe died. Shout-out to Keeve's family coming out to support and every single of you. I've been truly blessed and grateful to play as a Sun Devil at the home pool. Despite my mediocre performance, I'd say I did a pretty solid job to give my favorites hell as always. Carry on! Devils. Certainly, It's always personal and Thank you again.
My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.
was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.
Good morning/afternoon class. Today I will be performing a monologue. As part of the Beenleigh Quota Club Eisteddfod this year, there is a Literature themed showcase. The aim of this showcase was to give voice to a marginalised or minor character, one whose voice is not heard extensively. The book we had to read was ‘The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and the character I have chosen is Kurt Steiner, who is one of Rudy’s siblings and part of the Steiner family.