Bookcase

A roar of anger blows up the classroom, that is now on the other side of the bookcase. I wonder around the room questioning which path to take. I pace over to the introduction of each path. As I look down the long hallway, I notice a cry for help coming behind one of the doors. I want to go and see what is going on, but the Mrs.Berntson has demolished ,most of the bookcase. And that was my cue to leave! I break to spiral stair case, skipping each step until I reach the ruling platform. I trudge over to the balcony and peek over. Right as I glance at the bookcase Mrs.Berntson charges though it…

As deaf as a post, I was intensely focused on reading the amazing book, BFG. The magical book about a young innocent 8-year old boy around my age was fascinating. I was so immensely engrossed in this extraordinary story by Dahl that I did not notice that, as quick as a rabbit, the typically unremarkable television had begun to strangely hobble over to me on old wooden legs. It was not until it harshly bumped into me with its black box, grey screen, old-fashion appearance, and light brown legs…

My identity can be reduced to one major quality; my level of commitment. My commitment can be seen symbolized on my bookcase. On top of my bookcase rests my academic lettermen patch, my trophies from years past, and above it all I have hung my cross, which, when the sun hits just right, envelopes everything on top of the bookcase in a far-reaching shadow. I have been committed to pursuing a higher education for my entire life, and my commitment to myself and my education is constantly…

I used to believe that stuffed animals were the thing of kid’s play, objects that remained only in the realm of childhood. It was four years ago, during the precarious transition from childhood to adolescence when I realized my fallacy. One of the greatest assets of the new bedroom in my family’s new house was the tall ten-foot bookcase that sat right next to my bed. It was this bookshelf that prompted me to select the bedroom as my own, fueling my lofty dream of having my own personal library.…

prepare to pounce on anything. Which I found absurd, because the FBI was in the office as well, at least, eight of them. I got the fingerprint and tucked it in my bag. Nate was staring intensely at the bookcase. “Read the sticky note,” Nate said. “You’re getting warmer. I am in the room. Try to find me now” I read aloud. Nate is staring at the bookcase because he thinks it leads to a secret room. “Why are you so scared of opening this room,” I said as I pushed the bookcase on one end. Which…

On Tuesday, January 12, 2010, which was during the time I was in Haiti. It was one year before I even came to the U.S.A. That day, in the morning, I went to school and everything was alright. The school that I went to was open 7am to 2:45 pm, when school was over that day I planned to stay after school to study for one of the exam that I was going to take the next morning, but I didn’t stay, I went home. When I got home at 3:30 pm, I said hi to my parents. I was getting ready to go to my aunt’s…

Book Stealer One day May was feeling bored. She was in her house and needed something to do. She did have the laptop but her big sister Lilly wanted to borrow it and broke it by dropping it at her house. May didn’t get mad because Lilly was going to get a better laptop in a few weeks. So, she decided to read a manga. May liked manga and anime it was because of the drawing style and the story line. May jumped out of her beds and walked to her bookcase where she keep…

cut-out design; which is a design that is continued around the panels surrounding the piano keys. The writing table reveals itself once you pull down on the center of the lid when it is open. To open the sewing box, you would just have to simply lift up the writing table (which double as a lid). When you re open to the sewing box, there is a mirror on the lid (which is under the writing table) and the frame of the mirror, along with the spaces for the sewing materials all have the same painted…

bodyguard." "Good afternoon," said Su Zhe. He inclined his head toward Zhanying, and fell in pace with Jingyan as he led them indoor. "Sorry for the mess," said Jingyan. In the past few days, he'd been aimlessly reading a few pages from different books or scrawling half-finished artworks on large pieces of papers. The evidence of his boredom was disheveled around the low table in the end of the guest room, where a half-dried brush rested on the edge of the inkwell. Next to the low table was a…

power in the 1930’s he made lots of laws to make life hard on the jews. When these laws were enforced the Frank family left Germany and went to the Netherlands. When the Frank lived in the Netherlands without being caught for many years. Hitler finally invaded the Netherlands so the Franks went into hiding. Then the Van Daans joined them in hiding. Living in the secret annex was hard. In the annex there were dangerous flights of stairs, a small attic, one large room, two small rooms, on the…