Hallie Monologue

My mama, then walked up to me somewhat tentatively. Her arms crossed over her chest holding herself as if she was nervous about looking at the photographs. She stood beside me as we both gazed upon the pictures that were all over the room. I then pointed out again to her the woman to whom I had referred.

“It was during a war, darlings,” explains Mama. “I forget which one precisely. Your father had difficulty getting help at that time or he never would have hired me, even to make costumes, as inexperienced as I was.”

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

She first tried on a plain black skirt with ruffles at the bottom that fell to the middle of her thigh. “I wonder if wearing skirts are popular at this school?” she mumbled under her breath. She quickly changed into shorts that seemed to be so old that she couldn’t even remember when she’d bought them. “What if showing my legs are a bit much for the first day,” she mumbled again. “I’ll just play it safe by slipping on

“Go to your room. You ain’t going to that county fair tonight. Ya hear me?” Mama yelled.

Once we got to the school Chelsea parked her car and got out her heels clicking against the pavement. "Let's go ladies I don't want to be late it's bad for my- our reputation" she says with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes getting out of the car and pulling my bag over my shoulder. "You should put on some mascara" Bethany says pulling out her makeup bag. "I have some on" I quickly respond, "suit yourself, lashes are a big part of looking good" she says shoving her makeup bag back in her purse. Gaby silently exits the car and scurrying over next to Chelsea and Beth.

Jenna felt her stomach begin to growl and she thought of the dinner her father had prepared for them before he’d left for work. Spaghetti and meatballs with cheesy garlic bread, her absolute favorite. The very thought of it was now making Jenna 's mouth water as she licked her lips in hunger. She silently wished that she would have eaten earlier with her father back when he had just finished cooking it. That was right before he had kissed her on the cheek, told her he loved her, and headed off to work the night shift as a paramedic at Saint Christopher 's Hospital. But, she was too excited about Halloween to eat just then, the anticipation of trick-or-treating being such a short time away filling her every thought with joy. She was a

Come on women where the hell you've been? Been fucking around with Everyman on the planet. See fucking batsman the guardsman, doorman the fucking mailman had to go fucking dormant, in the morning became a Mormon. Don't touch my garment it's way to expensive and important. Don't want hands on it that don't belong to it. I refuse to except I'm a bad influence, it's intuitive assuasive. Let's be honest I'm innovative. Let's be honest to ourselves and our family's and say that we're pieces of shit. Just kidding. But I'm not kidding. Fucking peter the fisherman one of the most influential people in history. Stop fucking with me. Don't fuck with me. Or I'll curve you. One world order. Bonhomie records, Partners were not partners that's ignorance.

Listening to the blacksmith stammer in wonder of how Nixie could have managed to damage a sword so badly, her gaze shifted to the side and down at nothing in particular. Even in all the years that she pretended to practice with that sword, she mostly used it in ways she shouldn’t have. Using it in her travels to roast fish, or whatever she manged to scrounge up, in her travels. It made a great spit when she couldn’t bother to find anything more suitable. When she wasn’t using it to cook, she used it to push burning wood around in its pit. Generally she considered it an all purpose tool more than an actual weapon to defend herself with. If the edges were dull enough, she could even use it as a makeshift fishing pole!

Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and how expensive they are. By the outside appearance of Mackie you would think of her as a little, cute, innocent girl, but she is very far from that. She goes on every day about how perfect her life is and never stops bragging. Okay, it's great she has a good life but she doesn't need to talk about it daily to everyone who don’t really care. You may have to get to know her to realize that she is a bragger thought, her physical appearance doesn’t show it as much.

Zoey’s last words resonated in Rheem’s head; she did have a valid point. Esto loved the ground Zoey walked on and he wouldn’t just leave her without a word, and even if he did he would have at least left Mike to wait for her. Instantly he got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach; he didn’t fear for his boy but he was concerned as to what had been so important for him walk off without saying anything to him or Zoey. And the fact that he wasn’t back by now, told him that Esto may be in the process of fucking some shit up.

Me,James,AJ,and Malakai (cousin) were never prepared for this day.Wish us luck because for all we know we may never see the sun again.One day in Old Jersey,New Jersey is when it happened.I was just sitting in my house and i got a call….Hey what’s up James…..Hey,let’s do something stupid cause were twelve…...ok but what will we do…….I found this cool place half an hour from here want to go with us…..by us i mean me,you,AJ,and Malakai….cool….i'm on my bike now.I was getting ready to go but to my surprise my wallet and phone are gone!I looked everywhere but never found them.What is that bell noise….oh it’s the guys outside waiting for me,gotta go.

I am Haylee and I am from a small town in Idaho. I don’t really like my town because most of the people in my neighborhood are mean. I am very lonely in my town no one really likes me, so I don’t really have any friends. I have one person I know he is the man in moon. I would consider him a friend, but he leaves me alone too.

Mama offered a quilt to Dee and she said no it was old fashioned and out of style. Mama promised it to Maggie because she knew she would appreciate the

“Alexis, get down here now!” my mother yelled as she banged the door. “You better stop wearing those ugly jeans and jean jacket!” she yelled even louder.