Charlotte Gray Monologue

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

When I arrived there, there were 3 people in front of me. It took 1 minute 56 seconds to get to Pepper, who took my order. She asked if I've been here before and I told her yes, she said ,she asked me my name, asked what kind of pizza, and then asked what toppings and what kind of pizza I was ordering. I told her 1 and she moved my pizza over, telling me Charlotte will add my sauce. However, Charlotte was finishing up with another pizza so Pepper decided she'll add the sauce. I told her "White", even repeating it, but she put red sauce on. Before I could correct her she added the sauce but I decided red sauce was fine. She then gave the pizza to Charlotte who asked what kind of cheese I wanted. I told her mozzarella and she put the cheese on

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

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.

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

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

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

Last night as I was lying in bed in those moments between being awake and falling asleep, I got to thinking which normally is not a good thing. I thought about Ed Gray’s passing - the loss of a good friend and then about what you told me and the pain it must have caused you. Mary Lou, I realized my thoughts were about the issue of pain. For the life of me I don’t get it. In some way it is selfish in that I would give a great deal to have just a clue as to God’s plan – if I did I would give it away so anyone who has to deal with pain in their lives would have the reference book to help and understand. Of course, I don’t and never will. But, I hope that you can find a path thru what has got be a loss of trust deeper than any infidelity

Aunt Betsy said she’d let me stay for awhile but Miss Ivers isn’t too fond of the whole idea. Ma’s in New York and ever since she left I’ve imagined seeing her in the street and running up to her to say how much I miss her. Uncle Jack said he’s got a friend in New York city with the biggest tavern in town. Oh how badly I want to go up there, I just don’t know how I’d get there. Wait. I know! I’ll have to find a way to sneak out and I can just sail up on the jolly boat! I just don’t know when exactly yet and if it’ll even work. I’ve just got to find ma.

When Lorena Gray, sweat beading on her brow, beheld her son for the first time, she loved him. Edison, she would later name him, a tribute to his long-gone father and a promise to become one of the smartest men of all time. In the middle of the night, in an empty hospital room, Lorena Gray vowed to protect what was hers. A nursing home is nothing but a glorified prison, Lorena thinks, as she gazes around miniscule room, decorated with peeling, stained floral wallpaper. Sighing, she seizes the edges of her thin blanket and lifts it around her shoulders, her frail hands shaking.

I don't want your love, we've talked about this. Jesus didn't die for your love, geez. Jokes aside, no matter how much I yell at you, no matter how many times I ignore your love, no matter how many times I've laughed at you for the stupidest things. I care and love you. You've kept me on my feet when my jokes got terrible, brought a smile or a laugh to my face when I was sad, and you're a great person to just have conversations with. Have a great summer. Don't die of heat exertion. And can't wait for next year with you. Love you a lottle.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

I appreciate the call back, earlier today. I have sent out a new check for Terri Clark. The new check number is #327964. It should be arriving no later than Wednesday evening or Thursday. Also, I the check for Linda Sowell was sent out in the same fedex envelope from Friday. If you need anything, just give me a call. Have a great day.

All I have is memories of this sweet, little, innocent girl who used to laugh a lot until she grew up and had to face the harshness of reality. I'm getting frustrated because they say I’ve lost the plot. They say I’m a story stuck in the middle. I’m laughing hysterically at the mirror the refection in the mirror, as a knife sits besides me. Its staring at me.

"Penelope I have great news Lord Rostelle has just decreed that any girl between the ages of sixteen and nineteen can join the army." said a young man grinning from ear to ear. "Get this, if you prove yourself during training you'll actually get to fight side by side with me."