The correct answer is HE THINKS FATHER WILLIAM IS TOO OLD TO BE DOING WHAT HE DOES.
Answer:
The theme of "The Girl Who Threw Butterflies" is self-confidence and self-trust.
Explanation:
"The Girl Who Threw Butterflies" is a novel written by Mick Cochrane. The novel is about a young girl named Molly Williams, an eighth-grader, who has lost her father in a car accident.
Molly doesn't want to be seen with sympathetic eyes by people, conveying the message "Oh! Poor girl, she has lost her father", rather she wanted to be known more than that. Molly with this desire in her heart joins the boys' baseball team. The theme of the novel is self-confidence and self-trust. This theme is evident when Molly tries to persuade her mother and everyone that she can play and compete with the boys in the baseball team. But her mother was unsure if she could play baseball with boys. Another evidence is when Molly tries to get into the boys' baseball team and her trial was taken, every boy thought that Molly won't be able to make it up to the team and that she can only play <em>girls softball. </em>But in Chapter 13 we can see that how Molly was able to make herself a place in the team and was selected.
<em>"She took a deep breath and then looked. There it was, at the very bottom of the list, the very last name: Molly Williams."</em>
I sat on my couch, staring at the ceiling, eating protein bar number eighteen for the day. I have been eating them at my leisure, rather than actually to receive protein. I looked at the floor. It was rather messy. This is why I don't let my neighbor, John, over often. He doesn't act very neighborly as far as neighbors go. He likes to attempt to decieve me and steal my stuff. He's not very good at being decitful, though, and just makes a mess. I finish my protein par and stand up, throwing it away. I bought them in an attempt to lose weight and to only eat them before working out, but I have neither worked out nor only eaten them beforehand.
I decide to go over to John's even though he'll probably even steal the old reciept in my pocket from when I went to McDonald's about a week ago. Either way, I walk out of my apartment with my hands in my pockets go go to his house. When I get there, I see a sleigh in his backyard. That's right. A sleigh. In the middle of June. I knock on his door and he comes out holding a model freight train in his left hand and a soda in the other. I look at him, confused.
"Why is there a sleigh in your yard?" I ask, but the way I ask it is not exactly a question but more of a 'what the heck'.
He gives me a conceited smirk. "That, my dear Caleb," he says, walking around his house and to the sleigh, "is a present for my granddad's eightieth birthday."
I had followed him and look at it. "Isn't he, like, dead?" I question, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. Yes, he is." John responded, shoving his model train in his hoodie pocket.
I look up at the giant sleigh before me, then back at him. "How did you even get that here, doesn't it weigh, like, a lot?"
"Nahhh, it's, like, featherweight." He responded with either pride or confusion. It was hard to tell with him.
"I don't think that word means what you think it means."
He shrugs and walks inside, me following. I widen my eyes. There is an enormous blow-up snowman right in his kitchen. It bends down because it's height compared to the kitchen ceiling is about two to one, it being bent in the middle.
"What..." I can't even see him past the hugeness of the snowman.
"His name is Gerald." I hear John's voice from the other room.
I duck under, uh, 'Gerald' and into his living room which is filled with things that were probably stolen. He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.
He smiles at me. I smile back. This is how are friendship has been for the past few years we've known eachother. A lot of me in wonder at his insane ability to have everything and him just smiling. This is how I like it. This is how I want it to be forever. (end)
So, after quite a lot of writing and thinking, I've come up with this. I hope this helps! I used all of the words even though you said I could leave out a few, so enjoy!
I think the answer is C. Historical context , correct me if I’m wrong
