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@Rainbow_dashie

Answer 1

Nick stepped off the bus and walked into the bus station. He had never seen a building so enormous, with so many buses arriving and departing from dozens of gates. Everywhere he looked there were lines of people and piles of luggage, and he wondered what the weird smells could be. He had to get out of here fast, or he thought he might be sick to his stomach.
Nick spotted an escalator across the floor and hurried over, climbing on carefully as he looked up toward the next floor. There were even more people walking fast through the terminal, and more smells competing with each other—donuts, he thought, and buttered popcorn, and maybe pizza, too. He had to get out of here fast, but it was all so confusing and crowded.
At last, Nick spotted a sign that said EXIT. He adjusted his backpack and wove through the crowd to get to the last staircase. Nick clambered up the stairs and blinked as he finally emerged into the bright sunlight. Was it possible the sun was actually brighter here in New York City than at home in his small Pennsylvania town, or was it just the light bouncing off the skyscrapers that made it seem so intense?

2.
How does the setting change as the story develops?

The sounds of the city seem louder compared to the bus station.
The crowds of people seem to walk faster than in the bus station.
The city light seems brighter compared to the light in the bus station.
The city streets seem dirtier than the hallways of the bus station.

Answer 2

I need help bad:(

Answer 3

Click the "Find More Subjects" button at the top and find the english section.

Answer 4

oops sorry thanks

Answer 5

The city light seems brighter compared to the light in the bus station.

Answer 6

@cjackson2002

Answer 7

yes

Answer 8

"The future emperor shall bear five black moles under each foot," the monk Atami read reverently from the sacred ancient scriptures. He would look up at the innocent boy that Luka still was and continue. "This rare emperor descends upon our holy land only once every five hundred years."

"What does that mean?" Luka would ask.

"It means that you are destined to be the next Holy Emperor and the living god of all the Chinese people. Even among all the emperors before or after, you will stand out like a giant and bring the greatest blessings to this Central Kingdom called China." There was more to that passage but Atami didn't mention it, at least not yet. Then, the monk would always bow and pray and offer a short admonishment. "Don't ever let others know who you are."

"Why?" Luka would ask.

"Because the Mogoes are afraid of you."

"Because I'm so big?" Luka stood up and pushed out his chest.

"No." Atami smiled. "Because when you are enthroned, all the Chinese will rise up against the Mogo invaders, who have taken our land. These mountains, these rivers, our people, our cattle, our grain, those maddeningly beautiful flowers . . . all await your coming." Tears would roll down the monk's cheeks as Luka listened quietly.

For as long as Luka could remember, Atami had carried him on his back while they traveled from one tribe to another, carefully avoiding any sign of the Mogo forces and pretending they were just two of the many wandering beggars. Atami never explained why they were avoiding the Mogoes. He would only say they were "dangerous." The first few steps Luka had taken had been on the rocky face of the Liao-Shan Mountains, balancing like a mountain goat. He learned from the mountains which ledges were the sharpest and how much weight they could hold. The first few words he uttered had been "Please spare some food," Atami's usual opening line. They had journeyed a thousand miles and had crossed a hundred rivers. It had made them tired, but it had also made Luka strong, like charcoal being pressured into a diamond.

They lived like father and son and loved each other so, but when they were alone, it was always "Your Holiness" this and "Your Holiness" that. Atami carried China's sacred treasure on his back and did not intend to dent it in any way.

At the age of three, Luka one day called Atami Baba. Father.

"I am not your baba," Atami corrected him, disturbed. "I am your servant. You are the Chosen One, Your Holiness."

"But I don't want to be the Chosen. I want you to be my father. Why aren't you my father?"

"Your Holiness, one day I will tell you who your baba is. But for now we have to go on begging so that we can live."

They would have food one day and go hungry for three, roaming the lonely mountain roads and deserted windy tribes. They ate frozen bugs, tree bark, and snakes. They fought for prey with wild animals, and were often chased by the vultures themselves.
adapted from Wandering Warrior by Da Chen

3.
Based on the setting, the reader can tell that Atami and Luka do not eat well because

the land does not provide them with much food to eat.
they are lost in the forest and cannot find a place to eat.
the Mogoes have killed off all the animals in the forest.
neither Atami nor Luka knows how to cook what they catch.

Answer 9

HELL0

Answer 10

The land does not provide them with much food to eat.

Answer 11

thanks
As a kid, I was determined to become a professional baseball player. I lived in Minneapolis, so the weather was less than ideal for baseball. But with the coming of summer, I spent practically every waking hour in my backyard.
It was a big backyard, rectangular in shape. Standing with my back to the house, I would look out over the outfield. A picket fence separated our place from the back alley. That was the homerun fence. On one side of the yard was a row of tall hedges with tangled branches that reached out to the sky like thin arms. Those hedges represented the crowd. On the other side was a doghouse, which was like the dugout where my team waited on the bench. At night, the lights in the back alley lit up my backyard so that we could play night games.
My neighbor and I would take turns pitching balls to each other. My neighbor had an impressive fastball that was tough to hit. I could just see the digital scoreboard reporting the speed of his pitches. 90 mph. 95 mph. 100 mph! But with my team rooting for me from the bench and the crowd watching my every swing, I refused to strike out.
Every now and again, I would hit the ball over the homerun fence. Running around the bases, I would close my eyes and imagine the fireworks exploding in the stadium. I would hear the breeze tossing the leaves of our Elm tree, which was like the sound of the crowd cheering me on. And I would wave to my adoring fans and know exactly how it felt to be a professional baseball player.

1.
What does the setting say about the boy's character?

He feels lazy in the summer.
He has a big imagination.
He has a short span of attention.
He does not like routine.
@confluxepic

Answer 12

He has a big imagination.

Answer 13

@cjackson2002