Glorian 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 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

I grew up dancing and tumbling at Judy Murtaugh dance studio. I was consistently surrounded by bethettes at a young age. Growing up, my passion for dance grew, and so did my dream of being a bethette. My dance teachers always encouraged me to tryout once I was old enough. My first year of bethettes has been the best time of my life, although it was also one of the hardest. During this past season, I lost my mother. Everything in my life seemed completely chaotic, except for bethettes. Bethettes was the one thing I still had that made me genuinely happy and helped me through this difficult time. The girls were so supportive and the squad leaders were so inspirational. All of the squad leaders called me and came to the funeral. They constantly

I do not go to school for the rest of the week because at this point, who's making me? I only ever leave the safety of my room to either get food, take a shower, or use the bathroom, but only when my mother and father are gone. I don’t even taint with the project, or even bother to pick up the phone calls, despite the fact Juno has called at least fifty times. But I can’t help but read the text messages that she sends.

I choke on laughter at her suggestion. How in hell could she possibly think that I would agree and go with her and Diego the Brazilian bull-dozer that ripped our family apart to live with in fucking Argentina?

I am a stump no leaves for me I sit as low as the grass, no longer am I a tree I was chipped at chopped at killed and gone And now I sit here on your lawn I’ll never give up I’ll reach to the sky Though the weeds and moss cover me I’ll still have to try My life is ruined my beauty has shrivelled

It was a quiet Friday night, school had been let out, and she sat in her room enshrouded in darkness. The sun had long since set, and the stars twinkled merrily above. Smiling softly, she reached into her pocket and pulled out an mp3 player and some earbuds. The device was old, and it was a wonder the thing still even worked, but then, she didn't have much.

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

“I think you owe it to Jefferson,” Vivian told me one out of the blue, “He’d want for you to read it. He told Paul to give it to you on that day.” We had been sitting in sitting room, watching the kids keep to themselves on the floor. I knew what she was talking about. She wanted me to read Jefferson’s journal.

Her eyes glanced away from his for a brief moment, the air leaving her lips in a rather resigned manner. Drunk or not, he wasn’t going to let her be until he had tugged the truth out of her. But when it finally came out, would he see it for the sordid, rotten thing that it was? Would he see her that way? The only one she knew of that could relate to this was Vivianne. Her intellectual counterpart, the Devil’s Advocate in her everyday matters. Only she could see the scarlet that stained her hands and not pass judgement. But Priam? She thought the world of him -- to see disgust etched upon her features could bring her to ruins. All it took was one simple confession.

[T13]Man, I think I'm getting something else besides a cold. I hear this voice telling me this all a video game. This entire world is something I signed up. If the voice is going to talk, then tell me how to get out of here. I either getting sick or crazy if I am hearing voices inside my head.

“Bien, pero había mucho trabajo, algunos de los cuartos estaban muy sucios.” Mami responded beginning to complain about her day. After they talked about their day, Luis began to ask the question he asks every day: “Can you give me money, I need it for gas?” With a dry, neutral tone he takes a sip of his ice cold Budweiser, with a blank, careless face, he begins to question my mother if she has any money for him. My mother with her now abrasive tone she tells him that she’s tired of giving him money every single day. “You used all the money I gave you?” Mami inquired, even when she knew the answer. “Well, you didn't give me enough!” He responded beginning to raise his voice. As little as twenty dollars a day and as much as a hundred a night intimidated she gives it to him. Scared thinking, “If I don’t, what’s going to happen to me, or even worse, what’s going to happen to my children?”

When after quite a while Gracia and I could talk alone for a moment, I commented her those thoughts of mine, and she warned me:

I can't believe that after nine months, after all those bad night I spent, they just took my child away. What do they know, there was nothing wrong with him, he looked fine. The worst part is, I can't do anything about it. I saw as that young Spartiate took him away, he carried him as if he was nothing. I understand, that our society does not allow it. That the reason why it is not allowed is because he is seen as a waste of food and resources, but that is my kid, I miss him. My child is a high price to pay but then again, this lifestyle that we live is given to us by the same people who took him. The gerousia gives us these slaves that do our work and feed us. They allow us to enjoy life with minimum. They must know what they are doing. No they don't, who are they to tell me that there is something wrong with my child.

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.