During the private session with the Gamemakers, in anger over them not paying any attention to her, she shoots an arrow straight at the Gamemakers table, shooting the apple out of the roasted pigs mouth pinning it to the wall. She decorates Rue's dead body with flowers to show them that the tributes are more than a piece in their games. She gives Peeta poisonous berries and keeps some for herself so they can eat them. The Gamemakers won't have a victor and the Hunger Games would blow up in their face.
Answer: gets sad
Explanation:
Because he gets his feelings hurt
Answer:
The two stanzas contributed to the meaning of the poem " A dream within a dream" because although the stanzas are not identical in length, their similar use of iambic rythm and couplets and triplets in their end rhyme scheme helps create a pattern which matches the parrallel of their ideas.
Explanation:
The two stanzas are linked through the ironic similarity of their nature. The first stanza of the poem shows the first person point of view of the narrator parting from a lover and afger bidding goodbye from his lover, He thinks that their union is nothing but a dream. whereas the second stanza places futilely trying to grasp a handful of sand in his hand. The grains of sand suggest those found in an hour glass.
Answer:
Hi. I'm Amanda Princeton. This is the story about the day I was framed for the murder of Mr. Parker.
It happened on the snowiest night in January. I was all alone in my house, sipping hot cocoa as I watch the snowfall just outside my window. I heard a weird noise from outside and noticed the mean old man, Mr. Parker, sinking in the snow. I chuckled to myself, the snow was only six inches deep. He must have tripped or something. I continue watching him struggle to get up from the ground, but then a hand as black as night grabbed him and pulled him completely under the snow. I jumped out of my seat, startled at what I had just witnessed. Did Mr. Parker just... die? I rushed to my room and threw on my snow boots and coat. I quickly made my way to the front door, but I froze as I put my hand on the deadbolt. What if it gets me? I thought to myself. I finally talked myself up just enough to unlock the deadbolt. Next was the lock on the doorknob. I began to shake. If I unlock this door, whatever that's out there could possibly overpower me and get in. I shook my head. I'm not scared of anything! I reassured myself. I unlocked the door and turned the knob. As soon as I did, a strong wind pushed it open. The door swung open and knock me on the ground. It nearly knocked me unconscious! Everything seemed to be fuzzy as I began to get up. As soon as I was on my feet, another gust of wind pushed through the doorway, but this time, a dark figure had come with it. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I fell unconscious.
When I finally came to, I found myself at a police station in cuffs and in a cell. "Wh-what happened?" I stammered. One of the officers walked over to the cell, looking at me with disgust in his eyes. "Mr. Parker was found dead in your basement. We also found his blood all over your coat and on a doorknob. The doorknob was removed from the front door." I began to cry as he told me the story. "It wasn't me! Something was out there! It did it!" I pleaded. "Sure, we'll go with your little fantasy." the officer said as he walked away. I'm telling you this story from a mental asylum. If you ever see this... this thing, don't let it near you. Never, and I mean never, let it near you.
<u>This is the end of this recording. Please rewind the tape to the beginning. Thank you.</u>
"So... Amanda. It seems as if you've been framed for murder? A murder that didn't even happen," Mr. Parker grinned from ear to ear. The basement was dimly lit with the flickering flame of the candles set around an upside-down star. Mr. Parker put a knife to his hand. "Let's see if we can frame someone else."
Explanation:
I believe the answer is false. :)
