Collette Monologue

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.

She realized that then she always wanted to go to bed “well fed, kissed, satiated and loved.” Thus, began her love of food.

It was a bit awkward trying to slip the dress back on with her skin so wet, and as soon as it was on fully, she began to soak through the under-most layer. But she kept a sweet smile on her face and ignored how the breeze made goosebumps rise across her skin. She would be happy to get to her new home, enjoy the warmth of the hearth and the taste of a hearty meal. She lost herself in her day dreams for a few moments, "Oh." She seemed alarmed as Walt's words brought her back from her own mind. "Oh, oh, I see." Goldie bobbed her head, acknowledging his words. "I'll apologize still. I did say I would help him make dinner!"

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't

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.

has spent a lot of time perfecting her looks for all places and occasions, as

She watched as he opened her wardrobe and picked out a dress-pant outfit that would show her as the monarch of Monarch's Glenn. "Ah, here we go. A rich pine

Feeble, isolation and dreaded anticipation. I will describe my sadness as death by a thousand paper cuts. For every time I remember that my little boy is leaving me, possibly forever, another cut is sliced across my already weakened heart. None are enough to kill me, but powerful enough to deeply scar. My stinging heart clenches at the thought of the risk that he is putting himself up to. Slowly, I lift my trembling hand with the sellotape bandage wrapped around it, and limply brush off as many white cat hairs as possible. Holding back the temptation to graze my nose across the tip of his and run a hand through the gelled blackthorns of his hair. I attempted to distract myself by smoothening out the creases in the uniform. Can’t the clocks

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

Today I was called to go to my house. When I got there my mother tells me, "someone is here to see you." A man told me to go in. When I went in it smelled like blood and roses, and also there was a little white haired man in the chair. When he turned around looking at me with those snakelike eyes. The person was President Snow. I was speechless and I couldn't believe that he is here. He told me to sit down. Then he told me what is going on, "I have a problem, and it all started when you pulled out those poisonous berries." People think it was a act of defiance not an act of love. There could uprising in district 12. I said,"What is to prevent, say, an uprising?" Then my mom brings in some tea and cookies. President Snow said, " Did your mother

She stood, quickly, her head cast at the ground and her hands clasped before her, the chaffing marks on her wrists where the manacles dug in dripping the occasional speck of congealed blood. Without a word she was unchained from the wall and dragged up the steps, past the lower, grimmyer parts of the castle, up into the lofty chambers that housed Korvin and his guests. Raucous laughter spilled from the small dinning hall where Korvin hosted closer friends and his three generals, a small gathering of unquestioningly loyal men.

Camila loves to explore everything around her. Her desire to find out about the world that surrounds her is amazing. She constantly wants to do what older children do, without any help from a grownup. She is also a very artistic girl; she gets really engaged whenever we do an activity related to art, especially when it comes to painting with her hands or feet. She likes feeling new textures. In addition, Camila takes pleasure in doing physical activities like running, jumping and crawling. She has demonstrated everyone that she is a bold and fearless child, without having the fear of falling or failing.

"Y/N are you sure you aren't hungry?" Daesung asked, concern lacing his unusually soft voice. Buried beneath the heavy duvet of the guest bedroom in his apartment, you nodded your head; rustling the blankets with your movements. You could feel his gaze burning through the blanket consequently, making you feel guilty. You would eat but it had suddenly become difficult to keep the food down, throwing it up minutes after consuming it.

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.