Section 1&2

Quote1: "Anguish. German soldiers- with their steel helmets, and their emblem, the death's hand." (Wiesel 19).
Analyzes1: this is foreshadowing all of the death to come in the future. When the Germans come in to take all of the people from their homes, to consentration camps where they may be killed.

Quote2: "The time's now come... you've got to leave all this..."
Analyzes2: this quote tells a simple meaning of the holocaust, even when the people had brought their personal belongings, the Germans, or should I say the Nazis took all of the people's belongings and threw them away. The only thing hat the people still had we're their prison food and the chlothes they had to wear.

Snapshot of The Black and White.

It was a snowy white day and the ground had just been covered with the freshly fallen, white, wet and damp snow. The lone wolf had found the way back to his pack and he was not only hungery, but he was alone. He followed the sent all the way back to his cave, no danger had ever come close to him. He found his pack, and he howled with joy.

I was wondering through the froest, lost. The last thing that I remember, was running for my life from what looked to be a wolf. I looked behind me, then a drop, and the last sound that I remember hearing was the sound if barking. I woke up with a huge headache and felling all warm. I looked to my left nothing there but trees and some shurbs and other small brush. Then I looked to my right and there was the wolf that had chased me. I was shocked for a second, then I realized that the wolf was a dog that had wondered from home. It was a solid black german shepherd. I knew that the dog looked familier and I was right. It was the dog that i had lost two years ago. The brown leather collar that was around the dogs neck had the name that I had given him, Gerimie. The leather was all worn and had almost split right down the center. I said his name, at first his ears pricked and his head didn't move. Then I said his name with more confidence. His head moved in my direction and his eyes met mine. I moved my right hand over his head, he growled, but I kept moving my hand in his direction and his growling stopped. He pushed his head into my hand and he started to whine. I scratched behind his ears and he started to mone, enjoying the feel of his ears being properly scratched. Then a snap came from the brush, Gerimie's head snaped up, his ears back, and I heard a low growl come from his throat. The snaping stopped. Then i heard the sound of running in the snow. I slowly got up, and went over to where the snapping had come from, there were hiking boot prints in the snow. I looked down and on the ground half covered in snow was a GPS. I looked at it and I saw that I was in Ghost's Neck Ridge, one of the many places where wolves like to hunt. It was said that there was a small hunting party that went through here and out of 10 people, one made it out. He was covered in scratches and blood. And on his arms, were bite markes of a wolf. I thought to my self, "Ok  maybe scense Gerimie has been living here for two years, maybe he might know the way out". At that moment I felt a tugging on my leg, it was Gerimie, he was pulling on my pants. After he stopped he pointed hin a direction which seemed south, but in the Neck, you could never know which way you were going, not even by the sun. He lead me to a small clearing when I heard a distant howl, a blood currling, heart-stopping howl of a wolf about five miles behind us. Gerimie quikened his pace, and I followed. I looked at the GPS and saw that only three mile ahead of us was the town I lived in, Howlington. Good name for it right? About 20 minutes later, we were almost out of the ridge when i heard shffling on a small cliff abouve us. I saw the tail of a wolf wave above us. My heart skipped a beat. Then at that moment, Gerimie broke out into a daash for the ridge top. The heart-stopping howl came again, it almost sounded like it was right behind us, i dared too look behind us, nothing. There it was, Howlington, I broke out into a full on sprint, Gerimie at my heals. Then I heard the russling in the brush above us again, then the howl, they were coming for us. When we were just almost about to get out of the ridge, boom. Five white wolves jumped out of the brush in frount of us. I stopped. Gerimie growled. Then I remebered, I had a flare gun in my pocket.I reached  for it and at that moment one of the wolves lunged at me. Gerimie lunged at the white wolf and I shot the flare, the only one I had...

"Harrison Bergeron" book.

Being myself is more important than being able to fit in with the "popular crowd". The way that I do things is more important to me because I could really care less of what people say to me. I consider myself as a Lone Wolf but only when I'm not with my friends. Some times that is hard to cope with but sometimes, you know, you just have to do what you have to do. I normally do what i want to do not what other people tell me to do, unless of course it is an adult. But other that I will do what I want to do and go Lone Wolf.

 So lets say your friends are going to a party and you have to stay home. I know this is getting off topic but who cares. You have two different choises. You can go to the party with your friends and posibly get in trouble for it or you can stay home and posibly lose your frinends. Which would you choose? I would stay home. I would much rather stay home and lose my friend than get in trouble. You?

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