I won’t do it, and you can’t make me! write a story beginning with this sentence plsss do this ty

"'I won't do it, and you can't make me!' Were her last words..."

That evil smirk climbed up his face. His eyes glinted the evilness that was hidden inside his soul, after all, nothing said that you can't see in from the eyes of the soul. I looked at him though, with those eyes, those eyes that I was known for, The death stare eyes. The snake eyes, the eyes that made it look like I was a cold blooded assassin out for blood. I'm not saying I'm not one, though. " You, you know what I could do to you, How, how coul- , No, HOW DARE YOU." "Easy now, you know what I could do to the little boy and girl living with their nice parents smack dab in the middle of the city, huh now?" He was right, those two are my weakness, because they are all I have left after that accident. At least, Everyone thinks it's and accident...

"Now, that you know what I'm capable of, why don't you interrogate the girl, I heard that is one of your, Amazing Qualities."

No, he can't do that to me, I don't want to do that. I never liked it at all!

             TO BE CONTINUED...

     "I won't do it, and you can't make me!". Those are the last words I remember after that fatal night. It was a cold, dark evening. I was home with mom, dad, and my brothers. I'm the only girl. We live in a small apartment. My three brothers share one room, while I have my own.

  Dad always wants me to compete in Science fairs because he thinks I'll learn a lot more things. But I hate it! I'm more of a fashion designer-type of person. In fact, I have over 100 ideas.

 I like my mom a lot. She always says, "Sweety, you can become whatever you desire. Remember, your life makes your happiness.". And because of that, I started my fashioning.

  A few hours later, my dad asked me, "Are you not going to study for your next science fair?"

"I don't like it... I want to be a fash-", he suddenly cut me off with a burst of anger.

"How many times will I tell you?", he said.

"Dad, please, I love this. It makes me happy.", I said.

"Scientists make more money... and your future-" he said softly.

"I won’t do it, and you can’t make me!", I ran out the door.

the word that best matches the meaning of the expression "went to the big ocean" is died.

the goldfish died, which is why the father looks at the children mournfully. the "big ocean" is the father's way of saying fish heaven. he could have just said that the goldfish died, but this way, the children imagine the fish in a bigger, better place instead of just picturing a dead fish.

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