Ghost Monologue

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

I had never smelled a corpse before today, but now it fills the air like poison, as cruel to the mind as it is to the nose. It’s pungent, rotten, and sickly sweet, the smile on an assassin’s face before he kills your soul. I don’t want to open my eyes to see the source, but it must be nearby, as I feel his cold skin, roughened by the last few months that probably made him grateful of his death, against my own. My eyelids are heavy, begging me not to lift them, not to move at all, to lie there until God takes pity on me too, and lets me go.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

Normally, the saying goes something like “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”. I mean, it makes sense if the thing that’s gone isn’t a lowlife asshole who couldn’t give you a second thought, but could give you the taste of blood in your mouth.

Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.

Jessie slightly blushed. Irish was trying to push his buttons, and she had a genuine talent at it. "Facing me at firsts of course and then who knows where it would lead, but yeah, you would have your hands full." He teased her back not wanting to be the only one as excited as he teenage boy having his prom night at the playboy mansion.

This is similar to mine, but without the part that prevents you from being able to change back. It's a simple seal you can undo on your own.

I Stood there at the door not sure if I should come in or to turn and walk

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

Pg. 3-4 I’m Scarlet. As you can tell by my name, I am a pair of red flats with diamonds on the front, and I want nothing more than to get out of this shop! I’ve been here for two years. Can you blame me?

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

Awake. Asleep. These two words had no difference to me. The constant sense of unease, of extreme hardship would not diminish. I don't remember exactly when it started, I could say 3,4,5 months ago, but it doesn't matter.

People say Ouija boards are so dangerous well my friends and I disagree so I invited my friends Aaron, Wynelle, and Johnny over to my house to play the game because my parents were gone for the night. Aaron arrived first at my house like always, then Johnny came ten minutes later we started to wonder if Wynelle was going to chicken out, then it made me think of why I never played the Ouija board, then I started to daydream it's because I can't spell so I would never play the game because it would be like trying to make up some words and spell them incorrect and whoever was playing with me would probably be laughing and I would be trying to fake laughing that's why I never played. Then Johnny and Aaron asked me “Hey are you ok

Lela could had asked to join the group of children like everyone else did. She could had asked aloud, but she was too scared to ask to join. She need to work on the pragmatics skills that use appropriate strategies and body distance and personal space. I say this because when she kept running back and forth may left a negative effect towards her peers.