Cation Blue Monologue

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

If you grew up with white boys Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno Cuz they want something that their dad don't got Then you know where you're at Mortaring your ear holes shut In a rush with wet coke In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed On booze some left in residue and confused Like the first time you used soft water Down on my luck caught unaware Like Houdini when the last fist struck Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am

Dear Whitney, sorry i have not been able to get ahold of you sooner, but you will not believe where i am and what i have done. It's a long and confusing story so bear with me. Feel free to write back, i look forward to any letters from you.

How long have I been here? How long since I gave up my pride to grovel at the feet of ---?

Hi there. My name is Genevieve (Jenna for short) and I’m proud to say I am a part of CCU’s class of 2019. I come from a small town in the middle of nowhere in Harford County, Maryland. I have two younger sisters, so I’m the first one of the family to tackle this adventure. I’m planning on majoring in communication with a minor in photography. I discovered my passion for writing/business/broadcasting when I was placed into a journalism class in tenth grade. I never thought I’d end up being the business manager and one of many reporters on a staff that created a 20-page newspaper every month for the next three years, and a main anchor on our daily morning announcements.

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,

the ride back to Vaughn’s loft, he apologized several times. Justine just wasn’t trying to hear it.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

I still remember the dreadful day of pain, seared into my memory for all of eternity. The salty smell of blood filled the dark and smoky air. Gunshots rang through the air, echoing through the trees; yet the white flag flew high above us. Bullets rained from the sky knocking leaves and needles from the tree limbs and cut perfect circles through our tepees. An infant cried out hidden in the blood of his dead mother. Then, in the shower of deadly metal, a silver raindrop passed through the infant’s head and for one fateful second, everything became silent. Yet the rain of death persisted causing even more fatalities. I remember running as fast as my legs could carry me, trying to keep up with the rest of our people while doing my best to hide from the rain of death falling from the heavens.

Carlione always stayed in her room, day and night. I never knew why, but I wanted to. So one day when Caitlin and I were going to play, I asked, “What does Carlione do in there all day.” Caitlin didn’t have an answer. Neither did her brother. So I went in there one day and saw her playing on a D.S.I. I asked what she was doing and she said she was playing KingdomHearts. I didn’t know what it was, but I heard of it. So I asked “What's that.” She said it wasn’t a game I would understand.

The Man in the Yellow Suit “Run!” Toni yelled as a yellow bus turned the corner. “Why it's just a bus? ” said Jack well everyone else darted for the house. “No Jack!

It is had been some great time since we last talked. I still remember clearly, you badgered me, insisting to read to you that Bluebeard and His Seven Wives. Your dear old Granny, getting furious with me for reading it to you. I remember her yelling “you’ll burn in hell”. I should have known better than to read such a book to a young boy like you, but I did see that shine in your eyes when I read it to you. Your imagination was rumbling; I have seen in the children I teach before. I hope it did good to you. Your Granny, with her writhing looking filled with the horror of what I read to you, banished me from her house. Since your Granny had me leave, I began renting in the West side of town, in the dingy apartments, close to where you used to

*Kaho opened her eyes, slowly tilting her head from side to side to get a look around the room. Her blurry vision provided no insight however, as the mass of white colors clouded together in an unrecognizable lump. The lighting was extremely harsh, and in order to better adjust her vision she squinted in the direction of the loud noises. After a moment, everything came into focus and she was able to recognize it as a TV screen with what appeared to be the symbol of Hope's Peak Academy displayed on it.

As I was walking home for a long boring day at school I saw an inkblot. It looked like someone was being stabbed, I was petrified. I didn’t want to look at my ink blot , but after thinking about it I figured out that there might be something I can see. I ended up looking at the inkblot anyway.

and green. Blue as discussed earlier was represented as the color of the God and other religious concepts, so the major incorporation of the color blue in the reliquary chasse indicated the spiritual significance it carried. Envisioning blue on the chasse unified people to Jesus Christ. Many of the reliquary chasse of the 12th century narrated a story; this individual one narrates the crucifixion of Christ. There are several key figures engraved throughout the exterior of the chasse, however since the crucial scene of the execution are shown on the front face of the chasse, that indicates that this chasse was primarily to be seen from the front rather than the sides. If viewed from the front, the top has three figures designed on it. In the center is the God the Father and on his either sides are two unknown saints. All three figures are represented in mandorlas however in different colors. The God of Father is displayed in the blue mandorla while the saints are shown in green mandorla. Here we can interpret a sense of hierarchy because the God of Father is shown in blue, which represents a divine color, however the saints are represented in green that is a mix of blue and yellow. So, blue still exists and represents divinity, yet the mixture of blue and yellow to produce a different shade of blue signifies that the God of Father is above and more important than the saints.