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It had been late at night, the whole day had gone by as a blur. Nobody seemed to remember my birthday but it didn't really matter since I never liked attention anyways. I was on my bed staring at my ceiling thinking of everything but at the same time nothing. I heard a knock on my window, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I move the white fluffy curtains out of my view to see my best friend standing below my balcony. My eyes widen and panic flashes through my eyes. My parents would kill me if they found out about this. He easily climbs up my balcony with a small smile on his face.
"What are you doing here" I whisper shout not wanting my parents to hear. His smile widens and takes out a medium sized present wrapped in dark green gift wrapped from the edge of the balcony. I smile, happy at least one person remembered my birthday.
"I got you this" he says while giving it to me. I take it from his hands and sit criss cross on the cool floor. I couldn't stop smiling to myself. I open it, delicately taking off the silky green wrapper. It had two boxes one bigger than the other. I open it and find a small necklace with small butterflies decorating it. I take in every little detail and color they had. It sparkled under the moonlight, making it look ethereal.
"Leo you shouldn't have" I say smiling at him, while he sat down on the floor in front of me. He shakes his head.
" Just open the other one" he says smiling and displaying his straight white teeth. I open the other one, my eyes widening from the happiness. It was a projector, it illuminated stars onto the ceiling. I always asked for one but never really found one to buy, so the thought that he actually remembered made me smile even more.
"Gosh this is so beautiful" I let out a sigh, hugging him not trying to let out a laugh from how sweet he was. "I have another surprise, come on" he says while getting up and climbing off the balcony. I shake my head disapprovingly since I would get in serious trouble if i snuck out. He looks back to see if I'm following him. He frowns, "Come on it'll be quick" he says. I sigh climbing my way off my balcony and going to his car. That night he drove me to a field of flowers while we stargazed while laying on the field. Everything looked so serene under the moonlight it gave me a sense of bliss.
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Arachne was a girl who lived in Greece and was a very good weaver and spinner. People came from all around to see her beautiful cloth. Arachne began telling people that she was better at spinning and weaving than the goddess Athena was. Athena was also known as a good spinner and weaver and was mad when Arachne said that; so she challenged Arachne to a weaving contest. At the end, Athena had woven a beautiful cloth showing the gods and goddesses sitting together on Mt. Olympus and doing good deeds for people. But Arachne thought she was so smart, she wove a cloth making fun of the gods and goddesses, showing them getting drunk and falling down and making a mess of things, Still it was clearly better weaving than Athena had done. When Athena saw the cloth she became even more angry than before. So as punishment, Athena turned Arachne into a spider,
The statement that is true about the theme is theme is what readers learn from the character's experiences.
<h3>What is the importance of theme?</h3>
Theme is an important part of the story. Theme tells about the story, why the author wrote the story can be told by the theme of the stroy.
The options are attached:
A.Theme is what readers learn from the character's experiences.
B. There is only ever one theme in a story or poem.
C. There is usually no hint of a story's theme until the climax.
D.Theme is developed only through dialogue.
Thus, the correct option is A.
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There are three types:
-Patriotic poetry
-Anti-war poetry
-Witness poetry
Patriotic poetry usually honors soldiers who fight in defense of their countrymen and to bring peace.
Anti-war poetry depicts war as a source of misery and shows futility of soldier's deaths and sacrifices they make.
Witness poetry is written by those, who were not fighting, but nevertheless experience war first hand. It is usually written by civilians.
