Hello classmates. I am so sorry to post my snapshots at such a late hour. I have ame up with a few snapshots but I was out the whole day today so I only had time to post my snapshots at this hour. At least it is not Monday yet.

Snapshots from Book

1) Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and let me to the glass doors of the exit. I waved sheepishly at my friends, hoping to convey that they didn't need to worry anymore. It was a huge relief -- a first time I'd ever felt that way -- to get into the cruiser.
(Title: Twilight)
(Author: Stephenie Meyer)

2) We drove in silence. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely knew Charlie was there. I was positive that Edward's defensive behaviour in the hall was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly believe I'd witnessed.
(Title: Twlight)
(Author: Stephenie Meyer)

3) Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blond... and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. He was pale, though and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From Charlie's description, this had to be Edward's father.
(Title: Twilight)
(Author: Stephenie Meyer)

My own snapshot:

My father was a tall, rotound man who is neither tall nor short. He reads his newspapers with his leg lifted high on the coffee table. Everytime, he would place his presbyopic glasses on the sofa seat next to him. When I would like to sit beside him and bond with him, he would say, "Be careful ah! My spectacles are there!"

Akeelahs's description:

Akeelah slammed the door shut, using her legs to kick it. Bang! The anger inside her was too unbearable and smoke could almost be seen coming out of her ears. She dumped her bag with great force onto her bed and pulled out the chair. She slumped onto the chair and stared hard at her father's photo. Akeelah's father had passed away and her mother has single-handedly brought her up. Akeelah was talented in her spelling and was asked to join a Spelling Bee competition. She knew her mother would definitely disagree, thinking it was just a waste of time and would do her no good.

"You would help me," Akeelah muttered silently, as if talking to her father in the picture.

She stared hard on the table, again. Thoughts ran through her head. She pursed her lips as she knew she needed to think of an idea to enter the Spelling Bee competition. Suddenly, a wild idea struck her. She grabbed her form and took a black pen. Feeling guilty and worried, Akeelah brought her hand to forge her father's signature: Samuel Anderson.

ZhiYu :)