Charlotte Frank Monologue

Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

The name is Frank Greene and I live in the wonderful New York City. Right now I’m sitting here at Lou’s bar celebrating New Year Eve with a brandy. I’ve lived here my whole life, except when Uncle Sam decided he needed me in Vietnam right out of high school. You may ask what use the army has for a 6 foot tall, average white guy from Manhattan, who had no applicable skills. They sent me straight to infantry with the rest of the draftees. I eventually got injured and was sent home with an incurable limp.

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

Scene: Came back home, Eric admitted that he raped Eva Smith while drunk. Mrs. Birling cried for what has happened, so Sheila took Mrs. Birling to the drawing room.[the candlelight was shaking in the shadow, the second hand on the clock raping quietly.]

Carmen Fuchsiello, a regular high school girl. One who gets all the boys, and is popular to everyone in school. Every morning, people would stare at her in awe, as she walked down the halls with her entourage right behind her on either side. There, by her locker, was her crush, Camden, waiting for her with every color rose in his hand, and my favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer, serenading me behind him. He also held a sign saying Camden and Carmen Forever with a heart at the end. The two names went together perfectly, almost like they were meant to--

I am on the hospital bed laying here thinking what did i do to deserve such a horrible life.

The man has a startled look in his eyes. I was sitting on the bench outside of the mall, waiting for my mother to finish up in line, as I noticed a small, star looking shape tattoo on his ring finger. As we make eye contact, the look soon started to fade. The man was sitting on the bench across from me. Out of all of the benches, he had to chose the one right in front of me? Hazel Grace Lancaster? A grin starts to appear on the man’s face. I look away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the man’s eyes pierced towards me. Something started to shimmer as I tried looking away. It was a name tag. The name tag read Joe. I soon realized that his old, frightening eyes had been watching my every move. What is wrong with this man? I had been thinking

“Hello, my names Katherine Clark. I couldn’t help, but notice how amazing you did up there. Give me a call some time.”

“Why do you think there’s so many of them? Why do you think they all hang out here in a graveyard? What do you think the reason is they don’t die?” Katelyn asked me in rapid fire, and I thought she sounded like she was starting to get frustrated.

Caroline, my dear friend, took ME to a theater performance. The main theme was that people were supposed to act like they were rich. Caroline said : “WOW! Have you seen that girl’s dress?! It is GORGEOUS!” she said. “No, I haven’t. Where is she?” “It is right there!” as she pointed her. She was red-headed with dark eyes. She looked like she was pale because of the lights, on the stage, but she really wasn’t, because, at the end of the show, we all had a chance to meet the actors, and talk with them, get a picture, and know them a little better, so Caroline went to go see her and we both saw that her skin was a little darker than we thought it would’ve be.

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

as I lie in bed covered in blankets to keep myself warm, listing to the fighting from my loved ones, I hope for a new beginning. I stare up at the celling imagining what life could have been like if only I had just listened to the voice in my head. I've always felt different than the others, I feel like there is much more to me than who I am right now, like a peace of me is missing. I feel like I'm lost. my brother Hamish is the worst in the family, he swears and dictates my family causing a fight whenever and were ever he is.

I was walking to a pub when I saw this place. She had dozens of signs in one place! It was very strange but it only get more and more strange from here. I rung her doorbell and she opened the door instantly. Although it was probably a coincidence, it really spooked me. She instantly started talking to me like she knew me for years. She was saying she has been waiting for me and as I said, calling me by the wrong name. I'm thinking her son may have been in the army and died. She just instantly came off as mentally unstable.

I thought this night felt wrong when Sister Caitlin asked us to play a round of musical chairs late one Sunday night.