Hazel's Daughter Monologue

Maggie realized that if she had said no words or have not thought any thoughts, maybe she would forget how to speak too.

She moved to face me, her nose only inches from my own. I could feel her jagged breath brushing against the flesh of my face. I wanted nothing more than to stay forever. Don't get overly attatched. It was too late for that. Her hands push gently against my cheeks, all warm and soft. Butterflies erupt in the pits of my stomach in

I met Jackie only a few times and I wished I had grup own up with her. The times we would spend with each other was filled with fun and laughter.

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

So you know how I was praying for a strict and safe place? Well that didn't happen. Actually it was more of a turnaround. Do you know how frightening a Cyclops is? Well I doubt you would. Yes dear, I know, this sounds very snobby and annoying. I don't mean to be, I was and still am in shock. We entered his cave and started having his food. We didn't know a gigantic creature like him lived there. So then he walks in all angry and then he actually took one of our men and ate him! Believe me it wasn't delightful to watch. So we got him drunk and stabbed him in the eye and blinded him when he fell asleep. I had told him my name was "Nohbdy" so he kept screaming out "Nohbdy's killing me now..." when he had awaken in fright from what my

Jenny Puchovier was so excited. She had a pack of Starburst in her lunch and she had been looking forward to eating them all morning. Lunch finally came and Jenny sat down to eat her Starbursts when her friend Yudy sat next to her. “Let me get the pink ones,” asked Yudy. Jenny liked the pink ones best, but she thought Yudy was funny and Jenny wanted Yudy to like her, so Jenny gave Yudy all of her pink Starbursts. Before Jenny was done giving Yudy the pink ones, Carrie sat on the other side of Jenny. “Let me get the red and the orange ones, Jenny. Remember when I gave you that Snickers?” Jenny didn’t remember that, though she did remember when Carrie ate a whole Snickers in front of her, but Jenny thought Carrie was cool, so she

The first costume I choose was the recreate Hazel’s dress when they were at Amsterdam and Augustus and Hazel were going to go eat. The outfit wasn't really described, only giving me a vague description of her dress and colours. I drew out what I thought she looked like and the details of Hazel’s style. I drew Hazel with a periwinkle dress, having dark purple and dark violet flower accents/belt wrapping around her. I imagine her style to be simple and minimalistic.

Mondays are her least favorite, they’re usually slow days, slower, anyway, and sometimes just to pick herself up, Veronica liked to stop someplace special on the way home. Take Neptune, California up on what it had to offer her. Going the long way to her car, she stopped at a bakery, just a donut to go, when she saw it across the street. Monstrous and offensive, a brand new superstore going up, one for books- and her chocolate donut with chocolate sprinkles tasted like sweetened ashes. Even now, years after her dad’s death, the first thought in her mind was how much he would hate it. Not even necessarily the big-business competition of it, just the disparaging of what was really left of Neptune’s small-town-USA charm. Finishing the rest of her donut in large bites, Veronica couldn’t be bothered worrying about what she looked like grumbling to

I decided to talk to my mum about what to do about Hazel. “Stop stressing about it Kyra!” she reassured me. “We’ll figure something out.” *** I remembered the day at the hospital.

She smiled and kissed him square on the mouth and then whispered in his ear, "You know you’re the only man I’ll ever want in my bed, Henry Elijah Gullege." Turning every shade of red imaginable, Henry blushed.

“Ms. porcellum , erit pars nostra , sicut et nos occisionem qui contra vos adversus incedam , O exaltavi.” The two girls chanted, kneeling before a shrine, a cement wall covered in old, yellowed newspaper clippings with lit candles sitting in front of the wall casting eerie shadows on the cold, lifeless concrete floor. One might think they saw shadows dancing along the wall, beckoning you to their world, their realm of shadows, of death.

One day I was outside at recess when my best friend Natalie ran to play with me. Just before she made it she fell to the ground. I ran to her side. She told me that her foot was hurting. I told her that she must have sprained it. Just as I finished my sentence, my favorite teacher Dr. Wilbanks came to join us. As we finished explaining what happened Dr. Wilbanks called Natalie's mom. Natalie's mom sounded surprised. As she was speaking I could tell that she was crying.

Hi, Natalie. It’s not too late for me, but I’m glad you had a chance to write back. Yes my daughter is excitied this is the first year she has her own class, she filled in for a teacher that had retidard last year.

Katrina bent over to pet the pup, but her eyes stayed on me. My lungs forgot how to inhale. I felt dizzy and then my eyes turned on. When I felt intense love or happiness, my eyes glowed from within, and I couldn’t always control it. Pikipsi had spent years teaching me to, and I knew how dangerous it could be, but seeing hers light, I couldn’t stop myself.

Tan skin, brown-green eyes, dark hair, and a chiseled body. He wanted me, but I didn’t want him. Still he had me anyway, from the very moment we met my fate was sealed. So young when I met my death, so young that my life had become over. It’s so sad when stories don’t have a happy ending but it’s sadder when the characters don’t know that. To watch as the plot unfolds and their hopes fade. It’s almost as if your light slowly dies with them. I died, will you die with me when I tell my story? A story of how a four-year-old girl met a six-year-old boy one day when getting picked up from preschool, a very demented six-year-old boy with floggers, whips, chains, and no remorse for the free will of any other human being, particularly mine. I did