Tate McRae Lyrics "All My Friends Are Fake" I've been keeping things inside
Taking up space til I got someone
I could open my mind up to
I guess it worked pretty good til now
But s h i t's kinda getting serious
I think I'm running out of room
Everyone's got someone built custom
To give their darkness to
I wish I had someone, could trust 'em
But loyalty don't come for free

Cause all my friends are fake, fake, fake, fake
They just want me for the day, day until they don't
I stay up wondering
What if I bro ke my legs?
What if I changed my name?
Would you still love me the same?
Or are you just as fake?
Like all my friends are fake

Sorry if I got you wrong
Didn't mean to judge you by a cover
I've been bur nt so many times
It's hard to turn it off
Everyone's got people they see through
But I see through everyone
So if you want me to believe you and need you
Might take some time to recognize
Cause all my friends are fake, fake, fake, fake
They just want me for the day, day until they don't
I stay up wondering
What if I bro ke my legs?
What if I changed my name?
Would you still love me the same?
Or are you just as fake?
Like all my friends are fake

Sorry if I got you wrong
Didn't mean to judge you by a cover
I've been burnt so many times
It's hard to turn it off
All my friends are fake, fake, fake, fake
They just want me for the day, day until they don't
I stay up wondering
What if I broke my legs?
What if I changed my name?
Would you still love me the same?
Or are you just as fake?
Like all my friends are fake

Like all my friends are fake

answer: compare a myth legend, or classic work of literature of you choice to a modern work that reinterprets it.focus on the similarities in theme between the newer work and the original, and provide examples that illustrate these themes from both works. the modern work may be any novel, movie, play, short story, or other storytelling medium with which you’re familiars long as it is clearly inspired by a myth, legend, or classic work of literature.

short-response prompt  

read the following excerpt from “fish cheeks” by amy tannin which tan recounts a christmas eve dinner.  

i fell in love with the minister’s son the winter i turned fourteen. he was not chinese, but as white as mary in the manger. for christmas i prayed for this blond-haired boy, robert, and a slim new american nose.  

on christmas eve i saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. she was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. the kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: a slimy rock cod with bulging fish eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. a howl soaking dried fungus back to life. a plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.  

after everyone had gone, my mother said to me. “you want to be the same as american girls on the outside.” she handed me an early gift. it was a miniskirt in beige tweed. “but in side you must always be chinese. you must be proud you are different. your only shame is to have shame.”