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Wiki Official Task #1  PROTAGONIST: Lizzie Plunket is the protagonist. She can cure and curse. Although if it wasn't for her there wouldn't have been a few sound potatoes for the Byrne's family and Mam would have died giving birth and the O'Tooles child probably wouldn't have made it either. The crazy old Lizzie is hard headed and speaks her mind but she has done great in helping, caring, and warning others  ANAGONIST: At the moment I feel that Lord Fraser is the Antagonist because he is so wealthy that he could be helping and providing all those who have been hit hard by the famine and he just turns away. He should be supporting others but all he seems to care about is staking high o the 'important/rich scale'. those who are poor down to the dirt are still trying to give a little and he just sticks up his nose to them and raises the taxes when times were already hard enough. In my opinion he is just a stuck up, careless, selfish nothing that give all little and only takes for his benefit. THE SETTING: The setting mostly takes place at their house in Ireland during 1847 in the summer. CONFLICT: The Great Famine where everyone's precious potatoe fields die from the 'Grey Man', leaving everyone starving and extremely poor because everyone depended __everything__ on those potatoe fields to pay and feed their families. CLIMAX: Supposedly Kit tries to kill someone, but I'm not there in the book yet. RESOLUTION: Since I am not at the end yet I'll make a prediction instead and rewrite this when I find out what the resolution really is. PREDICTION: I predict that there is no resolution. In the beginning she says that she is telling her story of what happened and she seemed very depressed and hopeless, like she was standing at the edge of a cliff ready to jump and she just had to let everything out before she dove down. And it's also because now that her mom is not well, everyone's starving and running out of pay and everything that it doesn't seem like it will get any better from there. In fact it doesn't seem like it is possible for things to get better from there, unless mounds of potatoes, fresh soil, and a million fell infront of them miraculously. __ EXAMPLES- __ FORESHADOWING:' "Kit!" Jack called from away down the hill. "Kit!" The sharpness in his voice cut into my daydreams.. Something was wrong. "It's Mam!" he yelled. "Hurry home! I'm going to get Lizzie!" //Mam?// I dropped the bag and ran. She layed curled on the ground just outside the cottage, moaing in pain. Annie sat beside her, petting her hand. "Mam, oh God, Mam!" I cried. "What is it? What's wrong?" "Get me.... get me inside, Kathleen," she said, her voice as clenched as her body.......' That is the part (chapter 17, page 105) when I immediately knew that the baby was on it's way right then. But I had no idead tht it wasn't going to survive. :(  SIMILES: 'Terribly scratchy the rushes were and noisy, too, for Annie flopped about like a fish on a hook when she slept.' page142   METAPHORS:'Heat and smoke punched me in the chest, knocking the breath out of me.' page 130   ALITTERATION: P.S. I searched this book for an alliteration example but am at loss. I could not find one, ut maybe i will as i continue on.  ﻿  ﻿  ﻿  BETTER ENDING - Greener Grass  The sound of horses shattered my thoughts. The Lynches were back. "Oh God, Mick," I whispered, trembling. "It's them." "Keep your eyes down," he answered as the line of passengers moved forward. But I couldn't. My eyes were glued to Henry's infuriated stare, intense with determination and anger. He was almost a perfect mimik of his father, only worse. Even in this crowd of hundreds, he could've smelled the fear off me from the other side of the world. Dispite others confused and distressed faces, it seamed as though I was the only one standing there, the center of attention, the only prey. I was screaming at myself to move, even flinch, anything! My body was refusing to work with my mind. Totally oblivious to the future I was about to face, which was no future at all. Henry flung him self off his horse. His leg caught on the saddle and he fell face first. I couldn't help but smirk at him for that, it would probably be the last smiling moment of my short, pathetic life, so I would take that moment. Unfortunately, that moment didn't last long. Tom, his eyes tired and swollen, suddenly ripped out a pistol from his belt and aimed it straight at my heart. The look on his face was none I recognized nor ever wanted to sight again. His stare had twisted and maddened, burning any hope I had left inside. There was no sense of remorse hidden inside of him for what we both knew he was about to do, only pure hatred, disgust, and disbilief. In his eyes I deserved this, and maybe I did, but if only he knew what the rest of us had to face every bloody day for the past months. Every lost hope and lost dream. Every loved one and valuable ripped away from me like a bottle of poison from a clueless baby. And I hadn't even seen the worst of it. Maybe some of those backing quickly away from me had, but he definitely had not. "Tom, don't do this.. please" Tears welled in my eyes as my voice cracked from the cries sliding up my throat. His stare intensified even more, and I had to look away. "Too late Kathleen." I wasn't even sure if it was him who had spoken. His voice had turned ruff and sickened. He was no longer the Tom I loved, he was foreign to me, a complete stranger.... I peared up to see, afraid I would meet the gaze that could kill. Then a pain shot in my shoulder that was more excrutiating than any other I had ever experienced. He had shot me, he had really shot me. I thumped to the ground in a helpless, weak position, and stared at him as reality slipped away. The last image to flick past my view was Tom, giving me a shocking blow to the temple with his boot. //This was it. I was gone, and as was anyone else.// //<span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">This was different than being left behind. As hard as it is to explain. I guess it might be because when I was left behind, the life ahead of me was unnone and ////<span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">feared, like walking through a fire, wondering when the burn will stop. But death is like leaving, running away faster than I should have. You know where your future lays. Though you aren`t too sure if you like it`s placement yet, you can`t change it. // <span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">Consciousness slapped me in the face with a bitter cold surprise. <span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">"I'm here, Kit," Mick's worried but smiling face felt like the most beautiful thing I had seen in ages. "I've got you." <span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">I lunged into his arms, wincing at the unnexpected wave of pain in my shoulder. <span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">"Woah, easier there Kit. You aren't healed yet, there's still a long ways for that." He slid a goofy smile that made me giggle. <span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">Most times I would have wished to be dead rather than stepping along these broken stairs my life roamed, but this was what was ment to be. And it was beautiful, that's all that matters.... <span style="background-color: #472d71; color: #f1222a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 90%;">I blushed staring up at Mick, "Thank you." <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;">﻿  <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;">Mini Story  <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;">ALONE  <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;"> I sit there, watching as my mother runs from her very house, stuggling not to look back at the children and life she is about to leave behind, for our sake. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;">Why did this have to happen to our community, to our family? But I guess if it were somebody else, they'd be thinking the same thing. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;"> My mom had been sucked into the Black Fever that swarmed every life form still standing. It was as if even your own blood wasn't to be trusted with the skin it held. As if that skin was just as bad as the infected and helpless people outside of it. But I still stood there, free from what my wother has to face, from what I feel my sister and brother are about to face, from what my father died from facing. I guess that would sound like good news. But you really don't know what good news is until you've faced the worst. Until you've realized that you'd rather be dead then have to face this blind ride alone without the ones who have been there for you more than you ever could for them. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;"> I know I can't chase after her, I know that would just leave me nowhere. Although, the force of the gravity between a mother/daughter relationship is so strong it feels as though my heart might rip from my chest only to pull her back to me. I can feel the tears already pooring down my cheaks, but now sound leaves my lips. I will mot make this harder for my mom than it already is. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;">I walk away from the window only to run into my baby, angel sister doing the same thing I was, trying to be strong, and i think, 'Thats my girl, thats my girl' while trying to free a smile from my strained, distressed face. I kneel down to her hight, lifting her chin to look at me, trying to give her a hopeful, warming smile. But as our eyes meet all I can do is squeeze her tight until she is done with every last one of those salty teers, and i join in. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;"> As the night comes to a reach, the strong smell of recked bodies comes to an unbearable high and the awful sounds of a family's cries keeps any of us from even coming close to closing our eyes. Images pass through my mind varrying from the memory of the good days to the living mightmare of my fathers blackened and sickened body, wasted away with every breath he tried to push out. And all i can think as i hold my darling baby sister in my arms is, 'Will they survive if i end up getting caught along in this terror? Will i be able to go on if i have to lose another slice of the family that holds us together strong?' And I hope everyday that i will wake up and all this will just have been a terrible, disastrous nightmare. The kind that comes back everynight no matter how good of a day you've had. But no nightmare could ever be this real, this tragic. My minds not that creative. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;"> I look down at my sister, lightly snoring in my arms (atleast one has finally gotten used to those screams) and hope that she has more energy and life left in her than me, more persistence and a better future ahead. A better one than i know is probably the more realistic factor. <span style="background-color: #2ae5a9; color: #ab2d17; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 90%;"> My lips tremble as i speak " My baby girl, my sweet baby girl," tears weld in my eyes, "Know a better place is ahead for all of us, whether that means up or straight ahead. Never forget that, never" A tear drips onto her cheeck and I hear her whisper "I promise." And she slips a smile, and right then I know that I no longer have anything to worry about.... she is in good hands, her own hands, with hands that will push her farther then I ever could.