Jessica

=*Jessica's Portfolio* !.DO NOT EDIT.!= toc =﻿*Preposition Poem*=

Owl:
=**-**= =﻿*Pieces of a Poem*=
 * Beneath the pale full moon**
 * Under unkept stars**
 * Through the unseen winds**
 * Up into a soar of wings**
 * Past the clouda**
 * Outside they are alive**
 * The owl flying in a great escape.**

Shadows
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 * Because of them, the world turned black**
 * Under the watch of the powerful wrath**
 * Yet no one can stop it after.**
 * A young boy killed by the shadows of doubt,**
 * A little girl strained into the world of pain**
 * They walked.**
 * Used until they were gone.**
 * They took over our world in a drift of doubt and pain, no warning came.**
 * Should we ever be reality again.**

My Pain in yours.
=-= =** *Rational* **= Because of it, the world turned black Under  the watch of its powerful wrath. Yet no one could stop it after A young boy killed because of the shadows of doubts , and a little girl was strained into the world of pain. They would walk for now, Used until they were gone. They took over our world, in a drift of pain, no warning came. Should we ever be- reality again?
 * A story to be told, about how you took me into hell, i give but a hint to you, of what you did to me. **

Sub coordinating conjunction Preposition Coordinating conjunction DC IC  CC =-= = ﻿Blitscussions Revision. =

* ﻿ Original Post ﻿*

 * I am reading Saphique, written by the author Cathrine Fisher. I chose this book because i had already read the first in this series, and wanted to know what happened next. The setting of this story takes place in the prison of Incarceron, as well as out of the prison. The main characters of the story are Finn and Claudia, the royalty, then the side main character Attia who is a follower of Finn. Finn is the lost prince, Claudia is the princess, and Attia was a slave saved by Finn. The basic storyline is Finn trying to save all his friends from Incarceron, as well as find out about his past. An excerpt from the story, "This was death. It was warm and sticky, and there were waves of it, no words to speak." I have not yet found the deep meaning of the story, because i am still reading it. I recommend this book to boys and girls who like adventure. **

* ﻿Revised Post ﻿*
**I am reading Saphique, written by the author Cathrine Fisher. I chose this book because i had already read the first in the series, and wanted to know what happened next. The setting of this story takes place in the prison of incarceron, as well as outside of the prison. The main characters of this story are Finn, the lost prince, Claudia, the princess, and Attia, the slave who was near death, saved by Finn. The basic storyline of this story is Finn trying to save his friends from Incarceron, as well as find out about his past.** __//"This was death. It was warm and sticky, and there were waves of it, no words to speak"//__ =-= =***Extended Metaphor***= =-= =*Tone Analysis*=
 * I have not yet founf the deeper meaning of the story, because i am still reading it. I recommend this series of Incarceron to boys and girls who like adventure.**
 * Betrayal is... **
 * Being forgotton in silence**
 * Being a lost half to a broken whole**
 * Being turned around to face a world of lies**
 * Being that star that falls away from the moon**
 * And the opening to a path of new beginnings.**

[|Susan Hogan: Rahm-bo manic about social media....]
__//"Why the success of the fake account? It plays off the image of Emanuel as a hothead whose behind-the-scenes speech is riddled with profanity."//__ This quote, taken from the article written by Susan Hogon, states that her tone might be slightly frustrated or annoyed about the fake twitter account made of the mayor, Rahm Emanual. I can say it's most likely her tone, because throughout the article shes making sarcastic comments about the fake account as well as some for mayor of Chicago. For example at the end she stated this sarcastic comment, __//"Whether he can hold his tongue from actually swearing when being sworn into office remains to be seen."//__ she shows a doubtful mood towards Rahm.

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*Digital Vocabulary*
Noun <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Paradox- any person, thing, or situation exhibiting an apparently contradictory <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000099; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">__[|nature]__ <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">.

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When I got the word "Paradox" I thought that it would have something to do with the change in something, a phase. So when I went through the many different pictures, not one seemed to match what I was looking for. When I found this picture I thought it fit well with the part of the deffinition of "contradictory nature" so I went with it. It shows exactly what paradox can stand for.

*Short Story*
Not all rules are meant to be followed.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">July 15th. 8:20. Night. Longs castle. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">To be different is to be unique. To not be different is to be normal, and not real. For every twist and turn in a road, is another scar on our lives. Making choices that could fracture our very souls, and bring us slim survival. My name is Elise; I'm a Frey, and an outcast. The minute you step foot into our dimension, a mark is put on you to show your place in the pack. Our lives are in the world where no one can be alive unless they broke the rules. Rule 1, no one eats til the higher ranks are done .Rule 2, no fighting. Rule 3, no contact with higher members, doing so will result in death. Rule 4, no love. What I can’t understand is that last rule, and how on earth we could be here without love. But it’s obvious, we come from outside, not here. Remember how earlier I had said I was a Frey? Well that's like being a freshman in high school; you’re the lowest in the rankings, and the most likely to die. I hope life will go on for me.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The clock tower chimed as I rose from my quarters. The never ending eclipse shining from my window. My feet padded across the wood flooring's as I made my way to the door, it was time to eat, if any food at all was left. The tower chimed again as we crept into the room, where the little life in our eyes died. Only bones were left, and we would not be eating. They tormented us, food or none; they always had to make sure we came. Killing us off one by one to please their sick minds. One day I would be like them, not dead anymore. I left as soon as the rest of the Frey’s scattered like little bugs to find any hope of food. My hair brushed against my cheek as a breeze whisked by. There standing at the door was a higher ranked boy. Higher ranks weren't ever allowed to make any sort of contact with a Frey. Slipping behind a stack of hay, I watched him. His hair hid his eyes, so he wouldn’t make eye contact. He wore armor so no one could touch him. What stood out most of all was the sword behind him. It marked royalty. The highest you could get on the scale. Crack! I blew it. Under my foot had been a twig, and I broke it. The boy whipped his head back and clenched his sword, “Who’s there?” he whispered, his gaze fixed on the hay stack. I breathed heavily and walked out, showing no fear to him. He stared at me for what seemed like minutes before he put the sword back. “Stalking me isn’t going to give you food. So don't even try it.” A low growl came from my throat then I swallowed, “Wasn’t planning on that at all.” I spoke. He shook his head and began to walk away. I let a small breath leak out as I ran back to my room. My head spun as I tried to grasp what had happened. He didn’t kill me; usually Frey’s who cross the path of royalty die, but why didn’t I? <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The smooth wool of the night gown slid across my skin. My back pressing against the bed as I closed my eyes, wondering what life would be like tomorrow.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">July 16th. 5:48. Morning. Archery Fields. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bows raised, and arrows pulled back, the leader’s bullet shot and we let go. A rain storm of sharp points flowed down to the ground. We grinned at our work, but it quickly faded when a loud yell arose from him. “All of you, again! That was horrible, if you want to live you need to be better then that!” We groaned and pulled out another arrow, repeating the process and becoming more failures to ourselves, and him. It was over within minutes as he walked away, tossing his gun aside and leaving us to clean up. All I could see was kids grouping together in bundles, smiling because they had friendship to keep them going. I wasn’t like that. No one in the Frey’s likes me, I'm the only outcast there is, and I always will be. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">The trees shook around me, as if frozen from the cold wind. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I walked with a pace of a dead man, slow and lost. If I didn't fit in, I had no where to go, and no reason to give if I ever got into trouble. I had to be the perfect girl in this rank if I were to keep on going alone, I had to be exact on every tiny detail for these people. My feet scrapped against the gravel as I walked, and I continued on the path, staring at all of the other kids, having fun with the little life they have left inside them. The stables door creaked upon opening, the horses neighing and slamming their hooves on the ground in anticipation of the rider. Every Frey had to choose a horse at one point in their life, but I never did. Everyday I came here to see what was left, but they were all the same. I wanted one that was unique, a loner like me, but not even that would happen. Walking around I watched the horses, waiting for the spark of difference in one of them. But nothing, today just wasn't the day for me. Slowly leaving the stables and closing the door, I walked off again, glancing back and forth making sure I was still alone. Crack! The same sound I had made earlier, but this time it wasn't me. Whipping around I stared at a man who had been following me. His face was tinted green, skin starting to fall off, and his eyeballs hanging from their sockets. My mouth leaked the loudest scream it could produce, and I ran. Higher ranks in the Frey level came from their quarters and stared aiding to the man as they shouted for others to get far away. Someone yanked at my arm pulling me to the side of the house, I shook staring at the ground before looking up. It was the royal. I backed away and immediately looked away, “W-why did you grab me, no contact is supposed to be made!” I yelled as loud as I could. Suddenly he covered my mouth and glared at me, “That man is diseased little Frey, and I'm not about to let him kill you off.” I stare blankly at him, lost and confused. Yanking his hand away I made a low growl, “Let him kill me, I was going to die anyways due to the living style of the Frey’s.” He shook his head, “I may be a royal, but I'm not heartless. I don't let others die so you can just shut your mouth.” I glared growling a little more, “And don't call me little Frey, I have a name, its Elise.” He leaned against the wall and sighed, holding his hand out, “I'm Daniel.” I looked down at his hand before pushing it away, “You shouldn't be breaking the rules.” A chuckle rose from him, “I never follow the rules Elise-Frey.” I smiled a slight evil smile, “Well neither do I.” A beyond loud siren blared across the dimension, warning us to stay in our quarters til the disease is gone. “I have to go, Daniel-Royal.” He nodded and watched me, “Tonight, prove to me you break the rules.” Walking away I sighed, not knowing if I could really pull it off. Living my whole life with a promise I would never break them. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The night shedded itself across our land. My head turned in an angle to look out the window. Watching the shadows of men patrol the walkways I sat up. My jacket slid over my skin as I crept to the door, “All or nothing....” I whispered sliding out. Slam! I collapsed on the ground hitting hard. Wincing in pain I brought myself up, brushing the soil of the flowerbed from my skin. It was to dark to make out who the figures were, but I knew I would find which one I was looking for. He was no where. Was what he said a trap to get me in trouble, to kill me? I sat in the spot where he pulled me. My back pressed against the wall as I waited, for what seem like forever. Gravel shuffled slowly. I scooted quickly into the shadows, avoiding the chance of getting caught. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Elise-Frey...you there?” I sighed in so much relief, it was him. “I am.” I spoke softly standing up and coming out of the shadows. A smile hit his face like paint on a canvas. “So you do break the rules. I'm very surprised to say in truth.” I shook my head, “To say in truth, this is the first time.” He only chuckled, motioning me over then raising his hand to point at something. My jaw dropped at the sight that he was showing me. There, around the corner was higher ranks tossing dead diseased bodies into a pile. I turned quickly around, shielding myself from watching that any further, “Has the disease already struck us that bad?” He nodded a frown appearing, “Not only is the disease spreading through the Freys, it’s already killing large amounts of Royals and Highers.” I looked up at him, worried, “Does that mean we all are going to die, no matter what?” His face looked away, his eyes calm and thinking. “Well if I'm right then the disease is only here, and we can get out in time to save the rest of us before its to late.” Nodding I looked back at the bodies, “Will they even allow the mixing of Freys, Highers, and Royals?” He shook his head, “Well no, but with enough convincing I think we can do it.” For the rest of the night, we planned, doing whatever we could to save everyone.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">July 17th. 3:25. Afternoon. Court. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We walked into the room of the courthouse, gasping from the Highers as they watched a Royal and a Frey standing side by side. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“We are here to bring up the issue of the disease.” Daniel spoke directly, his voice calm and peaceful. The court glared with hateful eyes, “Why should we listen to a couple of rule breakers boy” I growled looking up at the court man. Daniel stepped in front of me, “Haven’t you noticed so many of us are dying because of this disease? Is that what you want? A world that will disappear if we don't get away?” He grinned watching their expressions change. A huddle formed around the main court’s leader. We waited for them to accept our discussion, hoping for the best. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“The court accepts your issue, and is willing to do whatever your plan may be.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We looked at each other with accomplished grins, turning back to the court, “We need to move the survivors to a new land far away from the disease, and into safety.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">They nodded and stood, rushing to make the announcement.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">July 17th. 9:38. Night. Journey. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As soon as the court had gathered every last surviving being, we started our paths to safety. Children, the Freys, kept with the royals so they couldn't have any chance of getting hurt and lost, while the higher ranks and elders walking in front with the court. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Daniel and I decided it took us a total of 8 days to reach a new place, sadly by then, we had lost 13 Frey’s and all of the court. We were in charge now of those left.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">August. 3rd. 12:04. Morning. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The sound of planks and boards being sawed, and the clanking of tools echoed in all our ears. A new beginning still surrounded us. And upon everything we had encountered being in our world, every thing would change. Rules were forever meant to be broken because not all rules, could be followed......