Gilbert Monologue

“That was a stupid move! Now they’re going to chase you! Too many people are already looking for you.” A young girl with blonde-brown hair, wearing a band shirt and jeans, was yelling at her television while watching her favorite show, Unnatural. Her favorite character, Charles, had ran away from the work that she didn’t want to do while nobody was looking. She was eating her least favorite snack: Vegetables. As if the show didn’t make her upset enough. Great. Someone is knocking on her door. I can’t handle my favorite character dying again! Too many people die in this show. Then she heard a knock on the door. “You better not be here to kill me,” she answered. It was her best friend, Molly. Molly had medium length brown hair, and was wearing …show more content…

Who was it?” “Well…” Molly seemed like she would have trouble getting the words out. “Oh no. Is it Gilbert? He’s 17, Molly. He was going to die sooner or later.” Molly’s sister has an imaginary dog, named Gilbert. He was apparently a Tibetan Mastiff, and she would send him after anyone who was mean to her, and he would stab them with his unicorn horn. Molly gave Danielle a look that said I don’t have time for your games, Danielle. Get to business. “No, he’s fine. Can I get back to the murders? Thanks. So, you know the abandoned shipping warehouse nearby?” “Yes, we played there all the time as kids with Samantha.” Samantha was their third musketeer. “Well, a few of our classmates were just killed there. I don’t know all the details, but nobody knows who killed them.” “Sounds like a mystery. I’m …show more content…

I didn’t think of that one.” Molly knew Danielle loves AB/CD. Danielle knew Molly loved Falling Girl and His Scientific Hatred. “What? No follow up reference?” “I can’t think straight when I’m doing something I hate.” “Fine. If you want to, just quit. No hard feelings, but a one time chance. Remember, all that time will go down the drain.” “Fine. I’ll keep going. Just for the time, though.” “Good. Here we are. Oh yeah, this is the old guy, Albus. We should skip him. He can’t hear anything.” “Yeah, Dumbledore might die while we speak to him. He has to be at least 157 years old. Samantha lives across the street. Let’s ask her.” Danielle, Molly, and Samantha had been neighbors their whole lives. They could most likely walk to the other people’s houses blindfolded. “KNOCK KNOCK, HERMIONE!” Danielle and Molly shouted in unision. They knew Samantha’s parents worked late on Tuesdays. Samantha answered in about 4 seconds. “HI FRIENDS!” Samantha answered back. Danielle and Molly called Samantha “Hermione” because she was always studying. “I was just about to make some cake, but we have no vanilla. Then I remembered I am a terrible chef anyways, and then burnt some microwave