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Closet Door Monologue

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The closet door creaked open to reveal the pale and frail girl, curled in a ball, her cheeks wet and hair a mess. Margot’s hands, which were clenched into tight fists, were a raw red color from beating the unyielding door, and dry sobs wracked her whole body. If possible, her dull blue eyes were duller than before. “Margot?” one of the girls cried out softly. There was no answer, only a shift in position as the dry sobs continued. The children looked at one another, faces guilty. “Margot? Come out now. The Sun never really came, honest!” said a boy earnestly. Margot lifted her tear streaked face to look at her fellow classmates. She took one look at each of their guilty faces, and burst into tears. “No, the sun did come out. I know it did. The drums disappeared …show more content…

The students looked down avoiding her gaze. The teacher looked at the closet where Margot had been. She thought, “Shame on my students! Poor, poor, girl…”

Margot ran like she had never done before. She wiped away her tears, only to be replaced by more tears. That was the worst thing she had ever experienced. The kids had locked her up in the closet on the most important day ever, the day the sun came out. Not only that, they tried to lie that the sun didn’t come out. Margot’s body shivered as she burst through the door to her house. For right now at least. Her home was more than simple, filled with fun things in an attempt by her parents to cheer her up. Her mom was standing in the kitchen behind the stove, making dinner. “Hi Margot, honey. Why back so soon?” she called, not looking up from her work. Margot said nothing, only rushed up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut, falling upon her bed with sobs. The sobs did not last long as Margot’s mom came into the room. “What is wrong, dear?” asked her mom tenderly, caressing her daughter’s pale cheeks. Margot lifted her face, revealing her puffy red eyes and tear streaked

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