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Personal Narrative: The Key
In chapter 12, the key event to me was when Claudia and Finn talked to each other through the keys. I felt many emotions when reading their interaction one of them being happy. I felt happy when they talked to each other because it was a turning point in the story in my opinion. I also felt surprised because at first, I thought by having two keys, there would be a lock that would need both keys to hear and speak to each other. I also felt confused by the way they conversed; How could they now hear each other but not before. I think by having one key being touched, the other key can hear because on page 153 Claudia says she breathed and rubbed on the key making it warm and on page 154 Finn says when he touches the key it's warm.I like the way the author wrote the scene from both perspectives, it gave us the readers a clearer understanding of how both Finn and Claudia felt. I also like how the author described the way both keys affect each other and have a "key" connection. …show more content…
On page 170, when Kiero takes out the key, Attia calls it " Sapphique's key." I think Attia calls it Sapphique's key because she knows about it's linked to outside and incarceron. I also think Attia might have traveled with Sapphique because when in the metal forest she isn't as surprised by it but when there in the hole she seems more surprised to see Sapphique's legacy. In chapter 13, Attia's character starts to change because previously, Attia seemed to know nothing about an escape but now, I think she knows more than we

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