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[C] Poopyourshit.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009 @ 9:17 PM

The Evil Spell :
On Easter Monday the rain began in earnest.
It was as though the elements were conspiring to ruin their short week of freedom.
(setting)
Page:100

Looking out mournfully at the rain.
(phrase)
Page:100

Peculiar round black woolly hat.
(phrase)
Page:102

The ground was cold. The icy mud sent little thrills of pain up their legs, so they ran, splashing through the puddles and slushing in the mud.
(setting and actions)
Page: 102

His stomach felt cold
(phrase)
Page: 103

The cold stream lapped his bare heels momentarily.
(phrase)
Page: 104

The rain continued sporadically.
(setting)
Page: 104

...began suddenly to rain so hard that water came through the top of the shack in icy streams.
(setting)
Page: 104

...no escaping the miserable invaders
(phrase)
Page: 105

'... some evil being has put a curse on our beloved kingdom.'.
(dialogue)
Page: 105

Under the pines even the the rain lost its driving power...Dread lay on on Jess's stomach like a hunk of cold, undigested doughnut.
(settings and feelings)
Page: 105

Jess was shivering, whether from the cold or the place, he didn't know.
(descriptions)
Page: 106

He hardly slept the rest of the night, listening to the horrid rain and knowing how high the creek came, Leslie would still want to cross it.
(description)
Page: 107


Class 2E4 of 2009.


Dhruv; (24)
Eugene; (28)
Kaiquan; (17)
Rachel; (15)
Xinwei; (5)
Teacher in charge:Ms Jumiah
Please have Pride and Integrity in your work.


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