Write a short story about conflict

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Explanation: The Compromise

My name is Shelby and I have an annoying little sister named Brianna. I'm 2 years older than her, and she is always in my stuff. She's 13, and thinks she is 21. I usually go to my friends house, and when I get home there's always something missing from my room. I then ask Brianna to give it up, so she protests that she doesn't have it. Eventually, she gives it up, and I tell her to stay out of my room. My mother always says we need to create a compromise. Brianna says that she likes my clothes, and she gets compliments when she wears them to school. Brianna had been planning to go to a concert with her friends. That night after Brianna left I started looking for my favorite dress, I was going to the movies, but I could not find it anywhere. I asked my mother what did Brianna leave in. Mother said she left in a sparkly silver dress. I yelled, "I KNEW IT!". I cancelled the movies, and waited 3 hours until Brianna returned. Finally, Brianna entered the house, I then scolded her for stealing my clothes. She said she wouldn't do it again. She did not keep her promise, so a few days later she stole more of my clothes. I thought to myself this is the last time, so I asked Brianna to come in my room. I talked to her calmly and offered her a compromise. I told Brianna that she could have my clothes that didn't fit anymore. When she heard this she lit up. She immediately sprinted to my closet and got all of my old clothes. For a moment, I wondered how she knew exactly where they were, but then realized how many times she's been in there. I am so happy now Brianna doesn't take any of my clothes anymore. We don't fight as much anymore. I even let her come to the mall with me, so she can pick out some clothes she liked. Now Brianna and I are so much closer, and we nag way less thanks to our little compromise.

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which character trait does the characterization from the passage above reveal about the grandson? a.honest. b.patient. c.sneaky. d.cruel.

answer:   a good wench, give it me.

iago

good girl, give it to me.

emilia

what will you do with ’t, that you have been so earnest

325to have me filch it?

emilia

and what are you going to do with it? why did you want it so much that you begged me to steal it?

iago

  why, what is that to you?

iago

what’s it to you?

emilia

if it be not for some purpose of import,

give ’t me again. poor lady, she’ll run mad

when she shall lack it.

emilia

if you don’t need it for some important reason, then give it back to me. poor lady, she’ll go crazy when she sees it’s missing.

iago

be not acknown on ’t,

330i have use for it. go, leave me.

iago

don’t admit to knowing anything about it. i need it. now go, leave me.

exit emilia

emilia exits.

i will in cassio’s lodging lose this napkin

and let him find it. trifles light as air

are to the jealous confirmations strong

as proofs of holy writ. this may do something.

335the moor already changes with my poison.

dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons

which at the first are scarce found to distaste,

but with a little act upon the blood

burn like the mines of sulfur.

i’ll leave this handkerchief at cassio’s house and let him find it.to a jealous man, a meaningless little thing like this looks like absolute proof. this handkerchief may be useful to me. the moor’s mind has already become infected with my poisonous suggestions. ideas can be like poisons. at first they hardly even taste bad, but once they get into your blood they start burning like hot lava.

enter othello

othello enters.

    i did say so.

340look, where he comes. not poppy nor mandragora

nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

which thou owedst yesterday.

here he comes. no drugs or sleeping pills will ever give you the restful sleep that you had last night.

othello

    ha! ha! false to me?

othello

argh! she’s cheating on me?

iago

why, how now, general? no more of that.

iago

oh, general, , no more of that!

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