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3 years ago

HELP HELP MULTIPLE CHOICE

English

2 answers:

densk [106]3 years ago

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1. Labeling others affects you too
2. Sympathy for others is important
3. Do what you think is right not what popular opinion says is right

erastovalidia [21]3 years ago

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Answer:

1. "It's never an insult to be called...."

Labelling others affects you, too.

2. "You never really understand..."

Sympathy for others is important.

3. "The one thing that doesn't abide..."

Do what you think is right, not what popular opinion says is right.

Explanation:

The first quote means that when you insult someone, it defines you, not the person. The second quote says that you can't expect someone's way of thinking to be like yours if you do not go through their difficulties. The last one says that isn't followed by most of the people is their own morals and beliefs. They tend to follow what they see as 'norms'.

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Ruined Weekend

It was a cold stormy night, raining cats and dogs. I love when it rains. It reminds me of myself. Gloomy, dark, no sunshine, and what I wish I was... Free.

"RIIIIIIIIING"

I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock making that same stupid noise it always does. I slam the snooze button causing my palm to burn. I fold my pillow over my ear as if I was hearing something that wasn't too pleasant.

30 minutes later...

"Jessie, wake up! Breakfast is on the table!" screams my mom, with the most horrifying look on her face. I gasp in disgust. Wow, I'm surprised my alarm clock didn't sound. I sit up in my hard bed starring at my mother like Ive never seen such humanoid in my life. The stare weakened as my mother left my room.

I knew my day was going to be horrible. A test exam, a dentist visit, watching my sister at daycare! My day can't get any worse than that, and it was off to a rough start.

Hi, my name is Jessie Baldwin and I live with my cat Hanga, brother Sebastian, and mom. My dad moved away to Las Vegas when he found a new wife. It originated from when my mom caught him cheating on her and my dad said he loved his new wife better. Yeah, a life can't get any worse than that too right? Well, you're wrong, it can. I experience a bad day one on top of the other. I don't remember the last time I had a good day.

We also live in Detroit Michigan in the most ugliest apartment on Clover street. So, if you were to ever come to my house, it will be easy to find.

"Sweetie, we're out of milk so you're going to have to eat your cereal dry. That's what happens when your father forgets to pay his child support and in the result I get NO MONEY!" says my wow with a disgusting look on her face. The look doesn't take away her beauty though. My mom has beautiful red hair with hazel eyes, and the most finest skin any woman could wish for.

I groan and munch huge portions of cereal with a grumpy look on my face trying to disgust my mom so she would see how bad I felt about today. I look to the left seeing my brother copying me. Stuffing huge portions of cereal in his mouth looking at mom, then quickly glancing at me.

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I push myself from my mothers arm, unlocking the door, and breaking my neck trying to get out of there. Soaking wet, I stop at a stop light panicking. Looking back, looking forward, looking left, looking right. i forgot I was trying to see the raccoon in my backyard. "Oh what the heck! This light is taking too long!" I run across the crosswalk not looking where I was going and....

-Lights out-

I can't feel anything. I can't see anything. It's like I was trapped in my body. I could only hear a ring. The same annoying sound that woke me up this morning but even worse.

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