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    Chapter 17  Allusions and other References All Excerpts From: S. A. Bodeen. “The Compound.”

“Lexie set down the scissors and picked up a wide-toothed comb. ”    

“Don’t want it trimmed.” I handed her the __clippers__ and sat back down. “I want it gone.”

“Cara sat in a booster seat on the swivel chair, smiling at herself in the mirror.” 

Vocabulary and Concepts

unconscious <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|toppled]  <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|brandished]  <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|swivel]  <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|trim]  <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|clippers]

<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|scalp]

<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #e4be28; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 55px; text-align: center;">Literary Devices <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">“he promised he would leave a way for us to get out.” I wasn’t sure //__how much weight__// a promise from my father carried anymore.”

<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “They don’t know about worry or sadness. All they know is that life is simple and secure and every day will be like the one before it.” She looked back at me. “__//That’s a gift//__. Do you want to be the one responsible for taking it away?” <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “ //__My hair was my shield__//, a __//wall//__, to keep everyone out.”

<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “Frozen grapes. I hated to watch you eat them, __//it was like someone scratching a blackboard//__. <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “I was afraid he would //__go back on his word__//. ” <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “Inside, Lexie was trimming the little girl’s hair. How could she be doing that when our world was ripping apart? I stepped closer, planning to give her hell.”

<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “It could use a trim.” I sat down in the chair. “And I have thirty minutes to kill. Mom’s orders.”

<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> “Reaching over Dad, she grabbed my hand. “Take some time. Even just a half hour. I’ll stay here.” I tried to protest. “Promise me. You don’t come back here for thirty minutes.”