You go by your day, rushing through the busy streetsand pay no mind to those who stop halfwayunravel in dark corners and let themselves breathbut if you looked in those corners,You'd find her right there,Disguised by the darknessand the curls in her hairHer nose in a book,With her head in the clouds,hiding her feelings,away from the menacing crowdIf you sat by her side,While the world went awry,She'd tell you the story, behind the pain in her eyes.If you peered through her ribcage, you'd see an empty space,from those she gave her heart towho didn't put it back in its placethe brain within her skull is so flooded it could drown In names of people who said they loved her,but didn't stick around.If you gave her five minutes of your time, You'd see how her smile,makes the worst things in existenceseem worthwhileBut you don't look in those corners,You don't even spare her a glanceSo she sits and waits in those corners, waiting to be given a chance

Read the text below.The car journey was long and tiring, as Suzy was squeezed into the back seat surrounded by all of the luggage and boxes. They were on a long straight road that ran for miles and miles. They had been on it forever, with flat farmland stretching in every direction as far as she could see. Suzy began to nod off, her head lolling, until it finally settled against the window as she fell asleep.A small bump in the road woke her. She opened her eyes to a wall of giants staring down at her - huge mountains that stretched into the sky. They were passing through a deep valley, in the middle of which, a raging torrent of icy water flowed. Suzy had never seen anything like it before.Select the group of words which show that Suzy has moved to a different place.Suzy began to nod off, her head lolling, until it finally settled against the window…She opened her eyes to a wall of giants staring down at herThe car journey was long and tiring, as Suzy was squeezed into the back seatThey had been on it forever, with flat farmland stretching in every direction as far as she could see…

Gloom and sadness pervades the spirits of the characters. These can be glimpsed in what symbol?*A. He crawled in all four to the middle of the roomB. He looked at the woman huddled in a corner of the roomC. The stove fire played with strange moving shadows and lights upon her faceD. The room brightened

Where does the narrator believe the other woman in the room is trapped?A.Under the bedB.On the window ledgeC.Behind the wallpaperD.In the closet

You are writing the opening to a scary story.You are going to describe the weather to set the tone of a story. You need to create the impression that the character is sad.Choose the best opening.With a howling shriek of terror, the wind rattled the window panes and the trees outside trembled.Raindrops dripped miserably from the sky as I trudged along.Beaming brightly, the butter yellow sun shone in the endless stretch of cloudless blue sky.I crouched down to scoop up a handful of the pure, white unbroken snow. Cupping the snow in my hands, I stared at the tiny crystals, utterly mesmerised.I DON'T KNOWSUBMIT ANSWER

During a dull, dark, and soundless day in autumn, when the clouds hung oppressively low, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country. At length I found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I looked upon the scene before me; upon the mere house, and the simple landscape—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows, upon a few rank marsh plants, and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation. What was it, I paused to think, what was it that so unnerved me about the House of Usher? It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression. Then, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid lake near the dwelling, and gazed down upon the warped reflection of the marsh plants, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant eye-like windows.     Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to take a sojourn of several weeks. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher, had been one of my friends in boyhood. Although, many years had passed since we last met. A letter, however, had reached me in a distant part of the country. A letter from him, which had required nothing less than a personal reply. Usher's letter spoke of illness,of a mental disorder which oppressed him and of an earnest desire to see me, as his best and indeed his only personal friend. His desire being, that through my cheerfulness, I could help to alleviate his malady. It was the way in which it was said, it was the heart that went with his request, which allowed me no room for hesitation; and I accordingly obeyed forthwith.3Which detail from the passage develops the theme that true friends can always be counted upon in times of need? A. A letter, however, had reached me in a distant part of the country. B. Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to take a sojourn of several weeks. C. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher, had been one of my friends in boyhood. D. Usher's letter spoke of illness,of a mental disorder which oppressed him and of an earnest desire to see me . . .