Brokenbone Monologue

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Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I, Brom Bones, am pretending to be the headless horseman to run Ichabod Crane out of town. I am dressed in a old military uniform, with my black horse. My head is tucked under my jacket with holes cut in it for eyes. He took the love of my life from me, and I will do anything to get her back no matter what the cost. There is so much rage built up that I don’t know what to do with it, I have never experienced this kind of torture in my heart.

Max Heartfield, his mother, Mrs. Alexis Heartfield, and his brother Jason Heartfield live in a nice brick Tudor, on 768 Lakewood Drive in Atlanta, Georgia. Max was a regular nine year old boy. He went to school, had friends, and most of all he had his best friend Oliver Hunter living next door to him. Life couldn’t be better.

The decision became clear as the thought of my abolitionist wife spoke in my thoughts.

“What are you gonna do about it johnnyboy? What are you gonna do?” sneered Jack Bones, the unlawful “leader” of our school. I would say more about him, but he is currently slamming my head into a locker, so I can’t talk much. “Jacques Archer Bones! Hall that big butt of yours into the detention room or you’re going to the principal’s office! I better not catch you trying to bully John again!” cried a voice. I briefly turn around to see Mr. Gryphus before getting my face slammed into the locker again. Jack pounds my back one last time before grunting and finally moving away from me. “Don’t think this is over, bean boy.” he calls down the hall. Mr. Gryphus takes one look at me and immediately realizes exactly what just happened. “Are

In sixth grade we had to write an autobiography just like this one. I won the T-Shirt contest in sixth grade. My friend Sam said he was going to take over the world. In seventh grade I got my first girlfriend. In eighth grade I got all A’s the whole year! I played football all through middle school.

Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3 30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs I just did a show and spent the check on my mama When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays 50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

It's not fair, I found love It made me say that Get back you'll never see daylight, If I'm not strong, it just might It's not fair, I found love It made me say that Get back you'll never see daylight, If I'm not strong, it just might [Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry] They figure me a dead motherfucker, but I'm just a motherfucker that want to be dead $now Leopard with the lead in his head Turning me into a sweater

He never marked my wrists with violet; instead, he gave me his smile, all white teeth and cold green eyes. He traded my ribs for my ability to love, he planted dynamite in my stomach and got the hell out of dodge before it could go off. He sharpened my laugh until it had a razor’s edge, sanding down my empathy until I was nothing but a body and a brain, teaching me all the biting words I’d need to be the beautiful, lethal siren I was meant to be and now-- Now, I sit on the floor making cards for sick children across the globe. I pack my things into boxes and give them to whoever really needs something, I read poetry like it’s my inhale, write it like it’s my exhale.

How have you been. These past few months have been really tough. Have you ever heard of trench foot. If we stand in the water for long periods of time without changing our socks we can get it. The pain is indescribable,but some were lucky and lost all feeling in their feet. A friend of mine stuck a bayonet straight into his foot and didn't even feel a thing how almaring. Ooh don't get me started with the lice,all the men have short hair cuts. It's easier to take them out that way,we take the blunt edge of the knife and scrape it across our scalp. I'm missing home,the nice bed,the homemade meals, and the moment of peace. The living conditions aren't the best ,we must look out for our bread,the rats have been coming in huge waves. They are truly

And I've always known that you'd never care, but I'll be honest this is an all time low