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"It'll be great. I love you, Mom." She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about. Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car. But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision -- like my mother before me, I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks. When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen -- just unavoidable. I'd
Christmas in Australia Christmas in Australia is often very hot. Whereas the northern hemisphere is in the middle of winter, Australians are baking in summer heat. It is not unusual to have Christmas Day well into the mid 30 degrees Celsius, or near 100 degrees Fahrenheit. A traditional meal includes a turkey dinner, with ham, and pork. A flaming Christmas plum pudding is added for dessert. In the Australian gold rushes, Christmas puddings often contained a gold nugget. Today a small favor is baked inside. Whoever finds this knows s/he will enjoy good luck. Another treat is Mince Pies. Some Australians and particularly tourists often have their Christmas dinner at midday on a local beach, Bondi Beach in Sydney's Eastern Suburbs attracts thousands of people on Christmas Day. Other families enjoy their day by having a picnic. If they are at home, the day
up small and malnourished. On his ninth birthday, the town beadle, Mr. Bumble, came to collect Oliver and take him to the board for an interview. They told him he was to live with other wards of the state to become educated and learn a trade. Oliver did not mind this, but soon after he arrived, the state decided to implement a plan that would save money by feeding the people very little. After a time on this diet, the boys at the table chose Oliver to go ask the head cook for more gruel. Oliver did this, and was taken away. A flyer was then posted that said the state would give five pounds for someone to take young Oliver off their hands. Chapter3: The board locked up Oliver in what he called the `dark room' all day until someone would take him as an apprentice. After several days of solitary confinement, several beatings, and being made
flashed his winning smile. We'd been unpacking for days, yet he still looked amazing. Leanly built, dark-haired, and green-eyed, Cary was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life. I might have resented that if he hadn't been the dearest person on earth to me. "I'm not talking about a bender," he insisted. "Just a glass of wine or two. We can hit a happy hour and be in by eight." "I don't know if I'll make it back in time." I gestured at my yoga pants and fitted workout tank. "After I time the walk to work, I'm going to hit the gym." "Walk fast, work out faster." Cary's perfectly executed arched brow made me laugh. I fully expected his million-dollar face to appear on billboards and fashion magazines all over the world one day. No matter his expression, he was a knockout. "How about tomorrow after work?" I offered as a substitute. "If I make it through the day, that'll be worth celebrating."
by Roald Dahl (1916-1990) The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight - hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket. Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him (correction: home) from work. Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come. There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did. The drop of a head as she bent over her sewing was curiously tranquil. Her skin - for this was her sixth month with child - had acquired a wonderful translucent quality, the mouth was soft, and the eyes, with their new placid look, seemed larger darker than before. When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few
D1: Apple-pie! D2: Simple Simon! D3: Silly-Billy! D4: Handkerchief! D1: Humpty Dumpty! D2: Plum-tree! D3: A bumble-bee! D4: Cat in a hat! D1: Wee Willie Winkie D2: Spooky old bat! D3: The weirdest rat! Rudolph: Don't talk to me like that! What have I done to you? D1, 2, 3, 4: Sorry! Oh, we are so sorry! D2: Well, come and play with us. Let's play the "Sleighs and the Bus"! D3: It's easy to play. Really, don't worry! (D1, 2, 3, 4 all bump into Rudolph at the same time from different directions. Rudolph falls down.) R: Hey, deer! It's not fair! Why did you bump into me? My horns can be broken and I cannot see. D1: It is only a game. So please don't pout. D2: Otherwise we will simply leave you out. D3: How can we play hide-and-seek with you? D4: Your nose glows too much, there's nothing we can do. D1, 2, 3, 4: Wherever you hide we'll just come and find you! (3 elves come in.) Elf 1: Hey, deer, the day has gone at last.
behind the stage and watching the crowd. "Lots of people, Daemon?" The questioned one smiled and said," Your sister has gotten quite grow-up, Mat." "Alice? Yea, even thought her character hasn't changed at all!" "Well, I first saw her nine years ago..." "Right, I remember! We were in form six then! It was the first afternoon you decided to create a bend!" "Can you believe it? I've known you for nine years...geez, how fast time flies..." And they started laughing. "Sorry to interrupt, but the competition is about to start now. Will you take your places, please?" said one of the stuff members. "Sure!" answered Matrix and they left the stage. In the meanwhile Alice had made a new friend Sheila. That was the woman's name she'd met earlier. When the lights went off, Alice and Sheila went to the performers hall. If was full of people, students mostly, but some grown-ups were at present as well. "Oh, there's Mat
Like pilgrim’s withered wreath of flowers And ever, as the story drained Plucked in a far-off land. The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, “ The rest next time—” “It is next time!” The happy voices cry. Navigate Control Internet Digital Interface by BookVirtual Corp. U.S. Patent Pending. © 2000 All Rights Reserved. Fit Page Full Screen On/Off Close Book
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