America Flower Monologue

Okay, hi I guess. My name is Nicole, the school's "Queen Bee". Or *insert b word* I really hate my past, not my present... I changed. Anyway, it's time to tell you my story. The story of my life. The story I was lost in. Its not my fault, Because its loves fault. The story that ruined my life. The story which found my love. The story that ended with a smile, a full heart. A loving man. So listen up, because here I

(Inside the living room in a small studio apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. There is gray paint on the walls, ten randomly placed art pieces, and a medium-sized white leather couch. Serina and Alison push open the door and plop on the sofa. Both girls still have their backpacks on.)

Have you ever seen anyone you absolutely hate and I don't mean hate by association or you don't even know them but you hate them. This hate boiled and bubbled in me for five years and I returned to it today.

Don Don Don Da Da Da Don Don Don Da Da Da Da Don… I woke up from my dream about the dark gloomy forest, to try to find my phone under my pillow. For school. I finally felt it at the edge of my bed, barely staying on the blue comforter, still playing the same song. I shut it off and went back to bed.

I’ll be a balmy summer’s morning and you’ll ride at a comfortable pace down rowdy sidewalk of flinders’ lane. Your thoughts will skim briefly over the funny conversation from the previous night, before settling with quiet satisfaction over the forlorn gurgles of your empty stomach. Pleasant chimes will become audible as your iPhone vibrates, and when your heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach, somewhere, you’ll know. Call it what you like, we think its fear, but it’s chemical. It’s the imbalances in the brain, fluctuations in the level of cortisol and serotonin that stimulate your senses and rev up the volume of those voices inside your head; those uncalled for whispers that tell you you can’t; no Jeanie, you shouldn’t, it’s not worth it in its cautious, menacing little voice.

There has never been an end to my misfortune; from the early moments in my childhood to this very day. Looking back to when I was growing up, Mattie had always been there to back me up and to save my ass when I really was in trouble, but the day the wall came down was the end of him doing all the work for me. It was my turn to take a stand. It was my turn to make a difference. And it was my turn to kill them all.

My dad – Troye - drove me to the airport with the air-con on full. It was so fucking hot. Why does Phoenix exist for god’s sake? The existence of Arizona was heretic. We were both practically naked, the only way to survive the baking sun. That’s a bonding experience, just a son and father, nearly naked in a car, skin pasted to the leather upholstery.

Brittanie left for Sam Houston today, and I couldn't be more excited and proud of her, as she opens up a new chapter in her life. I wouldn't trade having lunch dates at La Madeline, struggling with chemistry, or having our 10 seconds of fame on the big screen at an Astros game for anything else. I'll see you soon,

I know there’s lots of explaining to do about the baby I have next to me and the crime I committed I just want you to know I’m sorry. When I left England and arrived in Boston I waited two years all by myself waiting for you to arrive. You never came I knew you had to stay for some time back in England because they needed you studies, since you were a scholar one of the smartest people there. I never heard any news on what happen to my husband I know that you know that I married you for your money ,but still I can worry I am a human being and my worries are truly for when you didn’t arrive. When you arrived when you did that gesture signifying I recognize and l knew my husband right always, and you still knew my after two years apart.

Telling the story of Prince Obolensky’s life has merit. One assumes this is an outline for a feature script. The story is presented as a drama with a dramatic tone. The time period, setting, and era feel authentic.

It was hard to imagine it had only been four months since the shooting so much had happened.

Have you ever loved someone but couldn’t tell them? Well, that’s how a farm boy, named Westley, felt when he would see his dream girl, Buttercup. Buttercup would see Westley on a normal day-to-day basis. All Westley would say when requested to do something was, “As you wish”. That’s not what he actually meant by that. He actually meant, “I love you”. When Buttercup finally told him, they started talking and planning marriage. The next day, Westley promised to return after a job he had been put to, then he left. Days went by, and Buttercup began to worry. She even told him before he left, “I would be devastated if something happens to you.” Buttercup soon gave up, and assumed that Westley, the love of her life, was dead. However, she wouldn’t be alone for long. After she swore that she would never love again, she got engaged to Prince Humperdinck. However, Westley was far from dead.

Materialism and conformity are only a few things our country struggles with. We place value into items that don’t matter so we feel worthy. It seems the only way to feel normal is to be the same as your neighbors. Americans are used to going through the same dull motions every single day; wake up frowning, work a job they despise, go home to an unhappy marriage, pay bills, go to sleep, repeat. However, these dissatisfied individuals don’t want to be disturbed. They want to keep to their boring schedules because it is considered normal. Father John Misty AKA Josh Tillman criticizes the lifestyle in his single, “Bored in the USA”. The song spills the thoughts on Tillman’s mind about a life built around objects, beauty standards, and debt. Father

Our father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Buzz!What was that.I think its a wasp.No.Its a bee because that nest is a bee hive.Lets go tell mom.She will know what to do.We went home and told mom.She told us she couldn't do any thing.When we went back we saw a truck with a lot of people doing some sort of expiramint.Then something horrible happened.THEN THE TRUCK TIPPED OVER.