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maniac-ness
we were sitting at the table, like always. my friend brings these weird popcorn-chip-things everyday. today, my friend chucked them at me. i tried one, and i tasted a lot of flavors all at once. then i picked up the bag to get another one, and i smelled an odd smell. it smelled something like paint drying on the wall.

i just had to tell my friends about this, for some reason. i told them, “the bag smells like drying paint”. my friend ripped the bag from my hand and smelled it, too. “it does smell like drying paint”. we passed around the bag, smelling it. i know, i know, my friend group is as weird as can be and can be maniacs if they want to.

one of my friends said she smelled cotton candy. we all looked at her like she was on drugs or something. i said, “no, the bag smells like drying paint”. we argued about this for 5 whole minutes till i noticed that this was stupid and we probably looked like idiots, passing around that bag and smelling it like some native americans who were given strange food.

i knew that we looked like maniacs, like idiots, like many other things. at that moment i didn’t care, because my friends give me some kind of confidence i can’t get from anywhere else. now that i think about it, i know that some people were looking and staring at us, thinking, “what are they doing? are they mentally impaired? what losers”. i know that my friends would just laugh it off, but i care. a lot. i’ve changed from, “oh whatever. what would anybody think” to “what does he think of me? what does she think of me? ”.

read this excerpt from “incidents in the life of a slave girl.”

i went about my evening work with trembling steps. mr. flint twice called from his chamber door to inquire why the house was not locked up. i replied that i had not done my work. "you have had time enough to do it," said he. "take care how you answer me! "

i shut all the windows, locked all the doors, and went up to the third story, to wait till midnight. how long those hours seemed, and how fervently i prayed that god would not forsake me in this hour of utmost need! i was about to risk everything on the throw of a die; and if i failed, o what would become of me and my poor children? they would be made to suffer for my fault.

at half past twelve i stole softly down stairs. i stopped on the second floor, thinking i heard a noise. i felt my way down into the parlor, and looked out of the window. the night was so intensely dark that i could see nothing. i raised the window very softly and jumped out. large drops of rain were falling, and the darkness bewildered me. i dropped on my knees, and breathed a short prayer to god for guidance and protection. i groped my way to the road, and rushed towards the town with almost lightning speed.

what is the main idea of this excerpt?

harriet worked for a man called mr. flint who became very impatient when she did not finish her work.

harriet waited until after midnight to run down the stairs and jump out of a window into the rain.

harriet was a frightened young girl who found the faith and courage to leave her home for an unknown life.

harriet felt very nervous about running away because she did not like being alone in the darkness.

explanation:

i think the answer is d.

there is no passage.