Rainbow Six

fathers voice. Cas had joined in a row of people who all had rainbows drawn on their face and a few small banners between them. A very beautiful red headed girl around his own age had greeted him with nothing but warmness. The boy next to her had a rainbow wig on a mask on. Cas wondered if he wasn 't allowed to be seen at pride or something. Still he seemed to be having a good time. He looked over at Cas and passed him a small rainbow flag, kissing him on the cheek as he

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect. “Run,” an elderly man shouted at his students, interrupting his photosynthesis moment. “Off the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself

Rainbows and the mechanics of them have been studied since ancient times. Greek philosophers had some understanding of the role of refraction, scientists in the 13th century produced theories on rainbow formation, and in the 17th century, Rene Descartes sketched out the conditions required to observe a rainbow (Douma). There are two key aspects that affect a rainbow, and these include the altitude of the sun and the size of the raindrops. The colors of the rainbow are because of two basic facts:

Part A I took over a maternity leave for a classroom teacher in a District 75 school. It was a self-contained classroom with a 6:1:2 ratio with three boys and three girls all diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. The children’s nationalities range in two are Hispanic, two are East Asian, one is European and one is of African descent. The students’ primary language is English and their ages range from 6 ½-8 yrs. old. The students are all high functioning and they are all verbal. The classroom

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect. “Run,” an elderly man shouted at his students, interrupting his photosynthesis moment. “Off the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself

Hey Everyone! Check this amazing book out! Emily Windsnap And The Castle In The Mist Emily Windsnap And The Castle In The Mist is the tSomething Beautiful A- Apples are beautiful because they show Mother Nature’s creativity. They come in different colours such as green,red,and yelllow. They also come in different shapes and sizes. B- Butterflies are beautiful insects! There are approximately 20,000 species of butterflies in the world. Each species has different coloured wings. For example,a

This following science lab reflection is about light and how it bends while it travels from one thing to another. Our main goal for this lab was to discover how light bends. But the problem is that we have to break-in and get past laser security in the Whitehouse. I hypothesised that, if we can bend the light around us then we will be able to get past the laser security. If we shine water at the light then the light will bend better and we will be able to get past the laser security and into the

Everything is normal in the prison, or at least as normal as a prison can be, until I look in the mirror. Every time I look in the mirror, without fail, I see myself as a school boy. Everyday, I go to my job, making license plates in the shop. Other than lunch in the old brick lunchroom and my few bathroom breaks, I stay there until bedtime. At bedtime I retreat through long corridors, past endless cells, and finally arrive at my room. Though sparse and uninviting, I always feel intense relief when

The young student bangs around the kitchen in search of the month old box of Froot Loops he’s stretching out for all its worth. His hands furiously open the stark white linoleum cabinet to the left of the stove and rummages in it for a minute before finding the cardboard box. He sets it down on the cold slippery countertop before shuffling sleepily to the fridge. The cold air that blasts in his face is a sharp contrast from the muggy temperature of his studio apartment thanks to his broken air conditioning

The clicking of her black heels echoed loudly as they made contact with the worn-out cobble pathway. The dull coloured water from the river hit the rocks as the sound of the Big Ben rung, indicating that it was 10pm. Fog littered the poorly lit street and the winds nipped at her nose, only the sounds of her heels meeting the uneven stone could be heard throughout the empty streets of London. She fixed her grip on her newborn, bringing the fragile, olive-skinned baby girl flush against her wool coat