Prolugue I’m Charlette‚ but most people call me Charle. This is my story. The story about a girl‚ just a girl. No magically fairies or wizards‚ no queens or kings and nothing different from the world you live in now‚ yet some people might find this fassinating for reasons unknown. I’m a normal girl‚ well as normal as a 14 year old girl gets. My brown eyes and brown hair blend with a crowd and my average height and weight don’t stand out. I don’t really work to hard with my grades‚ so they are
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isolated from the village he lives in. He took a new route home from school this day and bumped into it. Mystic wore rags and had a staggered walk because his shoes had holes all on the soles. His family was far from wealthy‚ but they stressed the importance of education in him growing up. He always
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"Are you sure you’ll be fine without me?" Mabel asked‚ twiddling her numbs nervously as she sat on her bed in the room she shared with her brother in the Mystery Shack. Mabel was preparing to leave for a fun day with her friends‚ Candy and Grenda‚ as she planned to spend this summer more focused on friends and family more so than romance. In response to her question‚ Dipper gave a small nod‚ and coughed in between. Dipper gave her a weak smile‚ his voice cracked awkwardly even more than usual because
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Here’s a story of woe within the royal family of our beloved Thebes. Our story begins when a battle breaks out or more like a war between brothers‚ who fought to be the king of Thebes. The war consisted of bloodshed in which sent many people to Hades‚ the god of the dead and the king of the underworld. Among the battling men was the god who bends and breaks the battle-line‚ Ares the god of war. But the war ended and Oedipus’ children’s uncle Creon became king. Later on when the sisters‚ Antigone
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formulated‚ grazing the grade 1 seven stripes that were sewn on. Stripes of courage‚ rank and acknowledgement. *** My father slowly wiped down the Lee-Enfield while I filled up the metal canteen. “Father‚ is it going to hurt the rabbit?” He let out a short laughter‚ finished with a smirk and a smile offering me to polish the .303 that he was wiping. “Come on son‚ if you have a mind as weak as that‚ you won’t make it past a private.” *** Taking a sip from the warm scented cup‚ the cross dangled down
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We all gave out a collective groan as we came out of the portal. As I stood a wave of nausea hit me. I bent over and vomited in a metal bucket that came through with the barn. I could see others doing the same thing off to the side. The barn transported us to the area shown in The Folder. A beautiful blue stream snaked through the lush‚ vibrant green forest. We stood on a small dirt path that sliced through the woods. The trail seemed well traveled and the thousands of feet compacted it. In the trees
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One way that Eric Walters was able to confirm relationships are important to a person’s life was through the interaction between Jed and the injured eagle he found. Earlier in the story‚ Jed explains to the reader how much eagle’s mean to him and to his Tsimshian culture. “ An eagle is more than a bird‚ it’s part of our heritage and history” (Walters 47). So‚ naturally‚ when Jed noticed a bullet hole through its body‚ he felt the obligation to nurse it back to full health. During this time‚ Jed became
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Clang! A mountain of falling goblets and dirty silver platters pierces my ear drums and I instantly wake. As the pungent odor of boar wafts through the air and my eye catches a beam of the mid-morning sun‚ I realize that I failed to return from the mead hall. That could prove to be a costly mistake. “This isn’t an inn‚ Cathasach‚” said Judoc‚ my friend‚ the hall’s keeper and‚ fortunately‚ Amoorhi’s finest chef. “Have clemency‚ brother! I am still weary from last evening’s battle against the
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The opportunity was an open door to human trafficking and a closed one to any reality she had before entering this world. Angela’s story may be as tragic as it gets‚ but it’s more than that. Her constitutional right was ripped away from her hands when she was forced to work for a family that neglected her basic needs for living. Many people couldn’t imagine a world that does not implement
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up against my head and said‚ "Go to the bank and give me all of your money!" Harry forced me into my own car and made me drive to the closest bank. After we emptied my bank account I drove back to my house. When we arrived at my house‚ there was a short stubby man named George waiting on my porch. Harry called George the previous night because he needed a place to stay. George was furious with Harry for calling him during the night. Harry tried to calm George down‚ by giving him some of my money for
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