It was the sound of dangling keys and clanging metal. I thought nothing of it because I figured it was my grandpa coming back from work, so I put the covers over my head and tried to go back to sleep. I heard the door open and close and footsteps leading from the door. I took the covers off my head to say goodnight to my grandpa but to my surprise there was no one there. I felt a chill and covered my face with the covers.
The story has a meaning that those who mean well for someone might not always be nice. To begin with, the story has a stereotypical feeling to it. The story begins when Terry is in the attic playing with his dolls. He seems to have a very creative imagination seeing how much fun he is having alone with his paper dolls. His aunt calls him down to dinner in a loud abrupt voice.
There was a slight breeze, which made the softball sore through the dark night. This was the last time I would ever see my best friend Trevor. It was 6 am when my alarm clock went off. Hit the snooze a few times when my mom hollered, “Richard, get up. We’re going to be late.” So I slowly drug myself out of bed because I had a restless night.
the Queen's cat advisors, Luna and Artemis, must find the Princess so she will at last be safe. And so, our story begins! ________________________________________________________________________ [An alarm goes off, and Serena Tsukino sits up in bed.] SERENA: Oh no! I'm late for school again!
She smiled while walking around her house holding on to Vivian’s hand. I was observing her from a distance while her aunt was talking to her in the family room. Ashley was showing her all her favorite toys and other objects around them; Ashley pointed with her little finger at items she noticed such as "there is a ball by window" she said, "Really?" Vivian answered, "What else is there?” Ashley kept showing her the toys in the room and would carelessly hop with excitement when Vivian asked to tell her about the toys and what they did. I hadn’t even noticed the cat coming in until I hear Ashley shout "Mine black cat, Stacy.” Vivian later told me that the cats name is Stacy.
Ella unfortunately had a magical spell put on her. The magic spell affected her life in every way. Ever since she was young, she was forced to obey every direct command she heard. For example, during her fifth birthday, her cook accidentally said to eat the cake. She could not stop eating until she was sick.
Even when she is talking to Lennie about it years later she goes into a daze of dreaming “'an had nice clothes...An' I could sat in them big hotels, an' had pitchers took of me” The part during the book when we realise that these dreams are unachievable when Curley's wife dies “And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment” then it continues with “then gradually time awakened again and moved sluggishly on” this shows that people go on without achieving their dream and the pronoun “sluggishly” accurately describes how their lives are stuck in somewhere or something that hate and are forever longing to be
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Once this forth guy died I once again blacked out and that was it. This is when I woke up. After waking up I can’t but help to laugh because I had fell asleep playing call of duty black ops. Due to my in activity of the game I had been put in spectator mode which means my screen was actually someone else that was on my team. I couldn’t help to wonder if everything in my dream actually happened in the game, but I will never know.
And then one night, after we had finished our normal routine, I laid in bed wanting to know what happened next in the book, feeling like I needed to know right then and there how Serious Black got into Hogwarts. Not being able to take the suspense anymore I that I would quietly get off of my bed and tippy toe to my sister’s night stand and quickly grabbed the book and her flash light, and scurry back onto my own bed before she realized I was even there. I immediately tossed my blankets back bent half of my body over the edge to make sure the cost was clear and that she was asleep. I peered my eyes over just enough to see if she was sleeping but, to my surprise she wasn’t sleeping at all. She had her blanket over her head and was shining her flashlight.