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Abby ODonnell
There weren't any use in asking them when they were gonna be home, yet I still found myself watchin' the clock, and those sapheads didn't come home till it was almost tomorrow.

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Abby ODonnell
There weren't any use in asking them when they were gonna be home, yet I still found myself watchin' the clock, and those sapheads didn't come home till it was almost tomorrow.

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"Why’ve they got to disqual'fy me! I was just honorably cheatin’, its fair. If I don’t got the skill to compete, then I should have the right to create equal grounds. Them competitions are all about the equality of the playin’ field and such, an apparently that don’t apply to me. I hate this competition, they always got to ruin all of it for me! "

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Here were the brownies that I had spent an hour baking; and had taken a break from my homework to make; and there they were, burnt; not chewy and fudgy, but black and hard; and here I was, one package of brownie mix down, without any desert, or pride in the fact that I had made a delicious treat for my family, instead I had wasted my time and butter, making myself a disappointment, and my brownies a disappointment, before everyone.

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For my mother, there is only one kind of Christmas tree she will approve of, one that takes three hours to find. Walking through rows and rows of trees that were too short or too tall with branches too sharp or not strong enough to hold her ornaments, and then it started to rain and the water started weighing down my head and I could barely walk myself through the rows and rows of trees that were not tall or short or strong enough for our small living room where we will be watching the TV more than this tree.

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The damn dog ain't got no manners; She kept tryna get out but I aint lettin her cuz she would pee right on the floor. I love the dog but she can't sit still cuz she only 11 weeks old; and Im tryna do my homework but shes gotta go outside every 5 minutes. She just took a bite of cat food too so she must've got some witches in her head. That dog Liza, that dog Liza though, she a beauty.

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Why, drat it Common App, you're the most ridiculous thing I've had to witness for a while. You have to concoct all this damn stress.

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I aint sure why we was here on this christmas tree farm for such a mighty long time. Pap and mama was takin so long chosin the perfect tree. My fingers felt like they was darned bout to fall off. I says to my sisters that we should go inside where we could git warmed up. But then I hears my Pap say he found the one. She was a beauty, full and green.

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Well there ain’t no body capable of doing these jumps and fox shoots. I says to the ringleader, “Why, where that runner at? No one gonna do all this, yes sir.”

He look at me really funny, squeezing his eyes out like a snake swallowin a rock and open his skinny mouth.

“You means to tell me, miss, you ain’t plannin to make this here swords team? I thought you was a calvary, yes I did, but mark me a damn fool for thinking you could finish anything we has here.”
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No one could possibly run through this obstacle course. I asked my coach: "Where are the novices? I didn't see them at the finish line."
He gave me a glare and replied, "You aren't done yet, this isn't the finishing line."

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Here was a tree that grew up tall to the sky but grounded at our feet. I could smell the pine like a lone, coveted walk to the deep woods.  The tree deserved points for style and fullness and it drew here your eye and made you sure happy when you passed by. Yet, there was no point to this tree, really. It don’t make no difference, either way. It would be gone in lesser than a short month, and so would our lights, yet I knew the cold would stay round. So would the awful darkness. I aint the same as it was before, anybody could tell you that. Some winters seem more desolate and this here winter was the most desolest of them all. It used to scoop my heart and lungs and breath up in the feeling, but I forget how it did that now. It sure is foolish, aitn it.

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Because I was meant to go to Pennsylvania for my Aunt's birthday, I says to my friend, I can't go to his play he's a got a big part in, so he goes on expressin' to me that he ain't happy; it's a shame that I can't go, and he'll send me the recordin' to examin' it myself.

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The eyes rode over the words and number, and put them words into hands, and by and by a bread was made.

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"there's excuse for picks and letting-on, in a case like this; if it warn't so, I wouldn't approve of it, nor I wouldn't stand by and see the rules broke-because right is right, and wrong is wrong, and a body ain't got no business doing wrong when he ain't ignorant and knows better"

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I didn't just fall off the turnip truck, that boy's all hat and and no cattle; he ain't worth two cents.

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We pulled towards the driveway, and I wondered at the blasted lock at the gate.  "Drat," mom spat. "Why they gotta keep us out?  We ain't done nothin' wrong!"  The four of us staggered with our bags and coffee and changes of clothes; which, by the way, was a long darn walk with us all tired and pained.  The crazy, leathered, woman opened the damned door.  "Get in here you impudent, rascals!"  She screeched

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There weren't any use in asking them when they were gonna be home, yet I still found myself watchin' the clock, and those sapheads didn't come home till it was almost tomorrow.

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Because I was supposed to be third chair, I was last chair, and last chair was first chair, so that I had taken Cole’s place. Now Cole was vibrato-ing b-flats he didn’t know all over the place up front, but especially all over any good sound we might have had otherwise; which wouldn’t’ve been so bad since I knew my sound was quality, but I was sides Emile in the back, who was throwing off my own b’s and b-flats, what with his own jagged rhythms and freshman whatnot, and every time we paused to work on a single section he plucked his own mess the whole time before I could whack him to save his godforsaken in-class grade, as he was a-counting on me to do, on accounts of me doing it through the concert, and so I was stressing up the whole class about his grades, my own chem test aside.

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"It ain't no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and smouch the knife - three of them." So I done it .

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" 'It ain't no use, Huck, it ain't going to work. If we were prisoners, it would, because then we'd have as many years as we wanted, and no hurry;... But we can't fool along, we got to rush; we ain't got no time to spare'"

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Tom told me what his plan was, and I see in a minute it was worth fifteen of mine for style, and would make Jim just as free a man as mine would, and maybe get us all killed besides.

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"He said the witches were pestering him awful, these nights, and making him see all kinds of strange things, and hear all kinds of strange words and noises, and he didn't believe he was ever witched so long, before, in his life. He got so worked up, and got to running on so, about his troubles, he forgot all about what he'd been going to do."

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I's reading, a book that went on and on, by Mister Twain, and I didn't see no difference, between writing notes and membering stories and things all in my own head, 'cause I rightly can, but that's not in the way of the authorities, notes are an almighty necessity, and all the great and successful scribe notes, so I got to do as they do, and invent some more difficulties.

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"Tom said that what he meant was, we could steal anything we needed. Well, I says, I needed the watermelon. But he said I didn't need it to get out of prison with, there's where the difference was... so I let it go at that, though I couldn't see no advantage in my representing a prisoner, if I got to set down and chaw over a lot of gold-leaf distinctions like that"(250)

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It don’t make no difference how foolish it is, it’s the right way—and it’s the regular way.  And there ain’t no other way, that ever I heard of, and I’ve read all the books that gives any information about these things. They always dig out with a case-knife—and not through dirt, mind you; generly it’s through solid rock.  And it takes them weeks and weeks and weeks, and for ever and ever.  Why, look at one of them prisoners in the bottom dungeon of the Castle Deef, in the harbor of Marseilles, that dug himself out that way; how long was he at it, you reckon?

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Then we started for the house, and I went in the back door--you only have to pull a buckskin latch-string, they don't fasten the doors--but that wasn't romantical enough for Tom Sawyer: no way would do him but he must climb up the lightning rod.

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“Tom jerked the door open and flung out a slab of Jim’s meat, and the dogs went for it; and in two seconds he was out himself and back again and shut the door, and I knowed he’d fixed the other door, too.  Then he went to work on the nigger, coaxing him and petting him, and asking him if he’d been imagining something again.” (257)

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Post one sentence from these chapters that you admire for its craft/style.
Write your name.

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"'Well,' he says, 'there's excuse for picks and letting-on, in a case like this; if it warn't so, I wouldn't approve of it, nor I wouldn't stand by and see the rules broke- because right is right, and wrong is wrong, and a body ain't got no business doing wrong when he ain't ignorant and knows better.
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Scan the postings, here.
THEN, compose one original sentence (in the style of Twain) about a moment YOU have experienced in the past week.

Put your name on it.

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“Why, drat it Huck, it’s the stupidest arrangement I ever see: You got to invent all the difficulties. Well, we can’t help it, we got to do the best we can with the materials we got"

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He told me what it was, and I see in a minute it was worth fifteen of mine, for style, and would make Jim just as free a man as mine would, and maybe get us all killed, besides. pg 242

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"Picks is the thing, moral or no moral; and as for me, I don't care shucks for morality of it, nohow"

Economics was too boring a prospect. Leaving at 12 and getting a lunch was too exciting a prospect. I'm no chucklehead, there for the latter prevailed

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This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his wool was all tied up in little bunches with thread. That was to keep witches off. He said the witches was pestering him awful these nights, and making him see all kinds of strange things, and hear all kinds of strange words and noises, and he didn’t believe he was ever witched so long before in his life. He got so worked up, and got to running on so about his troubles, he forgot all about what he’d been a-going to do.
Maddy

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"If I had Tom Sawyer's head, I wouldn't trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor clown in a circus, nor nothing I can think of. I went to thinking out a plan, but only just to be doing something: I knowed very well where the right plan was going to come from."

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“What! Why Jim is--”

He stopped and went to studying, I says:

“I know what you’ll say, You’ll say it’s dirty low-down business; but what if it is?--I’m low down; and I’m agoing to steal him, and I want you to keep mum and not let on. Will you?”

His eyes lit up, and he says:

“I’ll help you steal him!”

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"Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before everybody."