The Girl with the Blue and Green Eyes

There is no music or dialogue yet but the viewers can hear a bell tolling midnight, this is pathetic fallacy because midnight is associated with the inexplicable, mysterious and miraculous. We can also hear owls hooting, faint dogs barking

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

Skylar woke up feeling different than usual. She is filled with the overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Yet, she is always filled with great joy. Not knowing what lies in the future she gets up ready to take on her life changing story. She makes it to the hospital with anticipation coming over her. She goes under not knowing if she is going to make it out alive.

Asami groaned in the darkness, the grogginess of her nap hanging over her like a storm-cloud. She stretched, splaying out across her bed, not quite sure which way the bedhead was facing, or whether or not she was still on her bed or simply curled up in her sheets lying on the floor. The alarm on her phone screamed through the room.

Hadlei Smith was a gorgeous teenage girl, with bright red hair. She was five foot, six inches tall, and had a frail stature. Hadlei lived with her parents, and was an only child. She was more of the art type, rather than math or science. As she would always act kindly, she was known for her thoughtful personality. Unlike some red-haired people, Hadlei loved her red hair, and wouldn’t change it for anything. She lived in Houston, Texas, her whole life, which in her opinion, was the best place to live in the entire world. She went to school at Stratford High School, and was halfway done with her ninth grade year.

In the novel Stargirl a teenager in high school is very outgoing and a little “weird” to the other students at Micah High School. She has to face a big decision to become a conformist to the high school norms or be a nonconformist and be her unique self. She meets a boy Leo who will impact her decision heavily. The other students are very rude to her because they are, in away, scared of her because she isn’t “normal”. Archie a old man that students often went to for stories understood Stargirl and helped other to except her.

The book that has captured my interest was the book called “The Girl In The Green Sweater” by Krystyna Chiger. The book is nonfiction and features a multitude of characters that live in Lvov, Poland. The main character is in the first-person view of Krystyna Chiger who is from a wealthy family. Her parents are Igner and Pepa Chiger who have a son that is named Pawel Chiger. Her father is a large store owner who is so great at making false walls to the point where he has gained the attention of a German officer.

I looked over to the alarm clock and saw a bright red 1:06 AM. The door creaked slowly and a dark figure entered the room. The silhouette walked closer to me, heels clicking on the vinyl floor. A sinister smile spread across her rotting face.

"The Girl with the Flaxen Hair" is a piece written by the French composer Claude Debussy. It is the eighth piece on his book of Preludes that was written between 1909 and 1910. The title "The Girl with the Flaxen Hair" is translated from its original namein French "La fille aux cheveux de lin. " This piece is written in the key of a major scale (G flat major). Debussy composed this piece while inspired by a poem.

Hungover from the night before, Ron Gullivers rolls out to the edge of his bed before hanging one foot over and then the other and sitting up right. He feels himself get dizzy from this quick of motion, so early; Or at least he thought it was early, Ron woke up late and did not get up until noon and had not realized it until the new six-foot grandfather clock he just bought started ringing off its 12 o’clock melody. The sound of the chimes ring, like a miniature orchestra, throughout the giant mansion that Ron’s father bought for him. Ron is mesmerized by the acoustics of his home, how he can hear every part of the clock’s melody with such clarity despite it being on the other side of his house. Luckily for Ron today is Sunday, and that means

Young Hippolyta is the kind of girl to be outside running through creeks in the woods with her brother, during the day, and be lying in her bed dreaming of her perfect fairytale wedding, at night. She is also the quiet girl that spends her time reading romance novels and writing in her diary. Her hair flows in the wind as she walks and every guy stops to look because she is skinny, tall and looks older than she actually is.

Hard-boiled detective fiction sets the scene for a cold and harsh reality. Dashiell Hammett’s, “The Girl with The Silver Eyes” is no exception to this rule. In this short story Hammett paints a picture of a brutally realistic urban center filled with characters that not many people would want to call friends. The realistic qualities of Hammett’s story are drawn from his own life’s experience working as a Pinkerton detective. The detective in “The Girl With The Silver Eyes” works for the Continental Detective Agency and is, therefore, known simply as the Continental Op. In the beginning of the story the Op professes, “a detective, if he is wise, takes pains to make and keep as many friends as possible among transfer company, express

The birds chirp loudly as the sun shines through black velvet curtains, which allow the outside world to be covered, but only to a certain extent. The sound of vibrations against a solid, wooden surface cause my ears to perk up like those of a dog, and I feel one eye lift its blinds up before the other. A black wire, although vaguely seen due to poor vision, is dangling from the source of the sound, and another strong vibration allows me to wake up as I grab the source of my awakening, and unplug it from the oversized cable. My finger automatically slams the power button on the side of my phone to open the screen, and the large white, digital numbers across the lock screen grab my attention. (Damn it!) I curse at myself for having slept passed ten.

Whoever said the early bird catches the worm deserved to be shot. Genevieve pulled the blankets higher over her head after slapping her blaring alarm off. For the time being anyway. Give it 15 minutes and it would be going off again, simply because she knew one alarm would just not cut it. Maybe she could attempt to sleep through the second alarm. Or maybe it was the third? Oh well. Genevieve dozed off again, zoning back into consciousness a full half hour after what was actually her fourth alarm and she kind of panicked for a few seconds before remembering: no school.

The most important and valuable ingredients of being an American to me is to have freedom and safety. These are key ingredients that go hand in hand and that is because you cannot be free without safety. if you had to constantly be worried about safety this would how you back from leaving your house or limiting the amount of things you’re able to do, and that causes suppression of self-expression. Many appreciations go to this class as we see it gave us many example in the arterials and books covered.