Essay on Analysis Of The Book ' The Night '
At least Professor Berit hadn’t placed that book on top of her stack so everyone could see. Enough snickering had been made at her expense for one day. Who was she kidding? There’d been enough for one year. The main perpetrator was Claire, of course. Alina would have to get that situation solved before she lost control and snapped again. If she were smart, she’d sit right down and study each and every book so people couldn’t tease her about what she didn’t know. And she was smart, but she was also tired. Right now she had so much on her plate—a plate which rivaled the size of a crop circle. Alina needed a break.
“Hi, honey,” her mom called from the kitchen, startling her. “How was your day today?”
“Um, fine,” Alina replied. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“I’m your mom. Where else did you think I’d be?”
“In your quarters with Grandma Bea and Trace.”
“Trace isn’t due home for a couple hours and your Grandma…