Give Up 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.

There are places in my heart that are yours alone. In them I linger, thinking of you. As you plunge your quivering lips into mine, I gasp for my final breath in the softness of your mouth with teardrops in our kiss. Closing my eyes to this bittersweet suffocation, memories of our first emerge…

live for the Lord. Thank you Jesus!! Like others I was able to overcome many obstacles, and had to

When you play a sport your whole life it grows on you and makes you somewhat attached to the idea of that sport. It simply becomes part of your life that you don’t question or think about leaving. Until it finally does, you realize how the sport controlled what you do and how you spend your time everyday. With basketball, being about a four month season in the middle of winter it gets to be a pretty long part of the year.

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

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.

As a young boy I watched as my organ flowers disappear and I asked myself “will I see them again?” The space was trembling under its weight and I didn’t think anyone would understand how I was feeling. Organ flowers all decayed, and I will see them again.

So what have you given up for Lent? That is a normal question that we hear this time of year. Are you sacrificing and giving up your favorite food, letting go of a bad habit or “taking on something” that will give you a better understanding of what our Savior did on the cross for each of us. The idea of “taking on something” is a new way of looking at this penitential season. It helps us think of how we might do something for others or ourselves as a way of sharing who we are with one another, reminding us of God’s grace and what our Savior is calling us to do and be in this world.

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.

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

I'm sitting in my room getting high now. Doors locked, music up with his lights out. I just take another take until his room gets full of smoke. 5-6-7 hours till he knocks out. Now I started stealing pills from my mom 8-9-10 at a time and they’re gone and maybe for the moment all my problems seem to fade, but the high fades too after not too long and that’s when it sinks in that these drugs won’t fix me curled up on the floor, can’t take it anymore. Now I'm talking to god because he’s the only one who gets me. On my knees, looking up, can’t stop crying. “God I know we haven’t talked in a long time, but this time I really need you right now, please god help me, say something. Just give me a sign, because now I'm falling apart and I don't think that I can do it. Please god, give me the strength to pull through it.

Hiding in this damn room is a stupid idea but I really don’t have a choice in the matter. Not after everything that’s happened today. The Division Leaders are here and this is where Jensen put me, out of sight and away from prying eyes. It’s probably for the best, considering that Samuel possibly believes that I’m unconscious thanks to Doctor Estin. Unless the doctor told him that his plan went wrong. I don’t believe Estin did though. He would be to scared that Samuel would take his daughter off ice. He wouldn’t risk it.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

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.