Car Ride Laurel Monologue

Ladies if a dude's mama tells you he ain't ish believe her he ain't. When a motherfucker can sit up in your house, fill up his belly on your child's Lunchables then drag your ass online, yeah he isn't shit. Ask.fm is my guilty pleasure. I can't end my night with out reading it. So Belle you know it was a punch to to the gut read about me. I've cried,I've laughed,and I've cried again. it doesn't matter if it anonymous or not it still stings. We met through his sister a classmate of mine. she warned me too that he wasn't any good but I wouldn't listen so I got to bite this one. I was still recovering from a car crash that almost claimed me and my son's life . mix in the fact that i had gained a lot pf weigh and couldnt excerise the way I wanted

“Why does the mailbox have to be so far?” Zuri thinks to herself as she turns the corner of North Broadview Avenue and Red Wood Road. As she rounds the corner she looks up only in time to see a white Lincoln town car barreling towards her and barely manages to jump backwards as it screeches to a stop right where she had been standing a few second ago. A tall, young black man hops out of the car and walks over to Zuri asking “Are you all right?” as he reaches out his hand to help her up. “Yeah I think so.” She replies as she gets up and dust herself off and looks around for her keys. “What you looking for?” the young man asks. “My keys I lost them when I jumped out of the way” she tells the young man as she continues to search for the keys.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Let me out. You get in first." She meant that he was small enough to straddle the drive-shaft hump, in the middle of the seat, between her and Dan, but when she stepped outside the Buick—even for just a second—a hailstone ricocheted off the roof of the car and smacked her right between the eyes. "Ow!" she cried, holding her head. "I'M SORRY!" Owen said quickly” (125).

“My ex-girlfriend was taken away by the cop and taken to the local jail. My ex-girlfriend’s Dad showed up and I rode back with him to their house. Finally my parents came and picked me up. I went home and maybe got two hours of sleep, if you even call that sleep. The next morning, I went back to my ex-girlfriend’s house and she was later released from jail that day. For the longest time, we would just sit there in silence, because, what do you say? It was time to comfort one another. I not only felt bad about the whole situation, but I knew no one was going to believe me, us. Believe that a girl purposively jumped into the moving vehicle. I later learned that the girl who died had been suicidal. Earlier that day, before the accident,

Don’t say a word! You screwed both of our final grades over for your stupid burger obsession! On top of that you’re just acting like a douche (probably need new phrasing)! It’s like nothing else even exist to you anymore! I don’t care how good you think it was, it’s gone, and there’s nothing anyone here can do to change that! It’s gone and that's it, and now I’m leaving too!

I really should learn how to drive, yet I know that I wouldn't be that good at it. I'm way too nervous, I'd jump and swerve the car into a ditch killing myself. I notice that Kevin doesn't really talk that much anymore. He wasn't chatty, but now it's like he's mute.

And, basically it would be time to lock us up. Then, when we thought this was going to come to fruition, then it was like stuff that was maybe somewhere deep inside there. We kind of knew what had happened to these people. Also, with Ed Herman’s passing, that had to be a big thing. It has to be a recent thing, because Ed’s death was recent, so, that is a thing that covers over all four chapters of this.

The scream for help strewn her nerves everywhere, and her hands now shook with fear. As she looked ahead to the large bay window again, she saw something she hoped to never see again.

William continued walking until he arrived at the crime scene. In his mind he tried to picture what had happened, but it was just too much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when a man, "Driving a 2005 Chrysler 300 jumped a curb and collided with," (seven 1) a young woman who was crossing the road. Everything happened so quickly that William had no time to react. The vehicle continued driving even after it hit the woman. William saw the woman lying on the road and rushed to help her. The woman stood up with William's help. As she assured him she was okay and that everything was fine, she fainted in William's arms. William stood there confused, not knowing what to do with the beautiful stranger who had just fainted in his arms. The nearest hospital was located in the next village which was about twenty miles away. He decided that he would take her to his hotel room and take care of her

Then they went away for the weekend, mom and dad, and things got bad, real bad. I thought things were bad before, but that weekend was hell. My parents arrived home to flashing blue and red lights and me crying on the doorstep; all cuts and bruises and torn clothes and him being bundled into the back of a police car.

Headlights flashed and lauren heard a car door slam. “Help me!” Cried Lauren thinking someone had come to her rescue. But instead she heard a deep husky voice call out “Just grab her and put her in the truck Jerry, you’re wasting time.”

The day is gone again and night is closing in. I spent today in bed with vacant, blinking eyes that stared at pale blue walls as shadows crept around the room like clouds the wind has streaked across the winter sky. My vision wandered to the windowsill where motes of dust would dance in piercing beams of light as white and crisp as cotton sheets, but warmer than they ever were, now thin and worn to threads. I should have done a thousand things today. I should have studied calculus or cleaned the house or walked through puddles in the rain or sung a song I used to know.

The paramedic arrived, after checking the passenger, and pronounced him dead.” Suddenly, they heard a loud moaning sound coming from the trunk, one of the paramedics rushed to the back of the smashed car. After prying open the trunk, he said. “Oh, my God, would you look at that,” he said, when he saw a woman lying in the trunk with duct tape covering her mouth, hands, and feet. When she saw the officers, tears poured down her face as she struggled to get free.

Her husband sighed and left her alone, like she wanted. She gave her full attention to her Family once more. But in her mind, the car didn’t touch the girl, the bullet did.

He had many voices in his head that would pop up from time to time to help him or simply to push him in doing something stupid. The car salesman voice was one of those, who showed up confidently when there was a pair of boobs in a one-mile radius. Another one, who was rarely heard, was that of a soft-spoken woman. Hajime never knew where or when he had heard that voice for real, but the woman was the one he feared the most as she only showed up after he made an important and life changing mistake. "Don't stand there, go get her," the soft voice said. "Fuck that she's a drama queen, there's one on every street corner in London, I don't need this." Argued back Hajime's voice. "But you do, and you know it!" the woman answered back. "Why were you so pissed at her then? Why did you feel the need to say the things you said to her? You know the answers, you'll regret not chasing her, at least explain yourself."