Fight Club Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I was so scared that my father would come back for another blow up. I then heard the stairs getting louder like my mother was step in down the old wooden steps. My mother walked over to me sat on the window seat with me and held me tight, she was started tell gn me riddles to get my mind off of my father, several long hours later my father walked up to us crying and sobbing over what had happened he said,”I'm sorry about this incident, I've just been so stressed with work and home that I don't know who I am anymore,” I told my father I loved him and forgive him. Ever since this day it has been drilled in my memory and hurts me every time I remember. “ see kid”, said the stranger, I've had some tough times in this house and you are going to go through tough times just like me. After the tour of the house the man had thanked the family for letting him remorse from the house. The father had shut the door and locked it. I thought

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

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

- he wants to play 20 questions (!!!!!!!!! do not play !!!!!!!!!!! especially if there’s a “;)” involved)

OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.

I’ll do anything, please!” he screams. “Who’s after you, Nephew? What are you doing?” my father asks as Benjamin runs under the table. “The British troops! I couldn't pay my bills and did not want to be imprisoned, so I ran” He says sobbing as a look of horror rolls across my parents’ faces. “I’m sorry Benjamin, but we can’t let you stay. What would they do to us if they found you here?” my Father states. “They would take us to prison as well.” “I’m sorry Uncle. I thought you would understand as he runs out the door. That night, I am awakened from a nightmare by a loud ‘bang.’ I run to my widow and look outside but I don’t see anything. Troubled, I fall back asleep. I groan as I realize it’s friday, in other words, chore day. I get up to make my family breakfast and I see my mother in the corner of the kitchen, dead. I scream and run to my Father who is still asleep. “Father, Father, Father get up! Mother is dead in the kitchen!” I scream in his face as he processes my words. As soon as he does, he rushes to the kitchen. “She told me she needed a drink of water and I let her go,” he sobs as I try to comfort him. “I knew it was difficult for her to lose one of her sons and no longer be able to write books or to her family, but I never thought she

at the window seat and the sun was hot. I didn't listen to music or read. I jsut talked to My. We got home and it was hot a ever. I ate Cherry Gacia ice cream and Hot Cheetos. I then watched Blue Bloods. It was about a cop who got shot and died. They found the gang,but he had his own secret that was cheating on his wife. It turned out he was an under cover cop pretending to date a gang girl,but his wife was drunk and called the number. The next day the cop got killed since the gang knew it was a cop. Then I typed my day an edit my older entries. Now its 4:00.I then watched another Blue Bloods. It was about this girl who took suicide and this woman and man who wants to get married,but the daughters dad refuses their marriage. The marragie was a cover up because thw guy was gay,the got married anyways.

And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me

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.........

So I thought there were only two girls that have a hatred for Mr. Body. So maybe I’ll find Mrs. Peacock and Miss.White. Mrs. Peacock is a mysterious woman. She won’t let anyone know her age. Yet she seems very young to be unknown. Don’t even get me started about Miss.White she has a criminal record. She is one of the workers she says she likes her, but I don’t believe it. So I walked to the party room Mrs. Peacock was there so I asked her to come. She was drunk she said, “iheardogfortheninetwo." She was talking gibberish. She made no scene whatsoever. So I found Miss. White so I could ask her what she thought. She said that she had no Idea but I had an itch she was lying. So I went to the Observatory to see if Mrs. Peacock was there. So she said that she did it so I went down and apologized to Miss. White for accusing her. She said it's fine, she understood. The cops arrived to take the body. The cops said they have found fingerprints. The cops said he was killed by a gun. I was shocked. I rushed to the scene. They were Miss.Whites fingerprints. That liar. She was gone, she was no where to be found. The cops went on a hunt for