I can't stop thinking about Hidaya and I feel sick with
longing for my friends and teachers. Sick with longing for
a school where we learned what every other student in
any other Melbourne school learned but we could also
pray and fast and wear a hijab and keep on being a
teenager without having to answer questions or defend
ourselves against news headlines. Where we sang
"Advance Australia Fair" every morning at assembly and
got detention if we didn't take it seriously. Where we
could deal with puberty and the teenage angst thing and
have crushes and go on diets without being a prefix to
terrorism, extremism, radicalism, any ism.

Read the excerpt from warriors don't cry. as we approached behind them, we could see only the clusters of white people that stretched for a distance of two blocks along the entire span of the school building. my mind could take in the sights and sounds only one by one: flashing cameras, voices shouting in my ears, men and women jostling each other, old people, young people, people running, uniformed police officers walking, men standing still, men and women waving their fists, and then the long line of uniformed soldiers carrying weapons just like in the war movies i had seen. which words create the mood in the excerpt? check all that apply.

Which line in this excerpt from the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald contains a simile? about half way between west egg and new york the motor-road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. this is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud which screens their obscure operations from your sight.

The duke and the dauphin lie, cheat, and steal for the purposes of their own survival. answers: •true •false