Similes and Metaphors for My Sister's Keeper

Similes:
1) Trailing her spine, like a line of blue jewels, are a string of bruises.
2) it will bounce us back like a rubber bumper.
3) gave me a maid that smelled like fresh sheets.
4) They come in like a hurricane.
5) Her mind is running in circles, like a gerbil on a wheel, the same way mine is.

Metaphors:
1) My cheeks are on fire.
2)  The information is endless, a series of darts thrown so fast I cannot fell them sting anymore.
3) Brian and I watched the doctors hover over Kate's feverish body, bees over a field of flowers, drawing what they can from her.
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