Horse Play Monologue

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

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.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

Quite literally, a brick house. The location of which a lot of the story happens. Owned by Vanessa’s grandfather. “Looked huge and cool from the outside… inside it wasn’t cool at all.” Could possibly represent Grandfather Conner’s cold, ignorant, arrogant attitude and demeanor.

Besides gaining an army, Marius gained something else: the extreme personal loyalty of the same landless masses which he recruited into his army. The recruiting of the masses would change the entire relationship between citizens, generals, the Senate and Roman institutional ideology. Prior to Marius, the armies may have been loyal to a particular commander or general, but still fought first and foremost for the Senate and People of Rome, as well as the preservation and expansion of their own estates. After Marius, they fought for their Legate, that is their legally appointed commander, and for the plunder and glory he could provide. These troops had no life outside the army, and served for very long periods, serving terms from 20 to 25 years.

I was walking with two-bit towards a gas station where we were gonna buy some cigarettes when we heard socs talking down the road and then it was a scream. I'm pretty sure that it was Johnny.

The drive in was empty that night like usual. I was there propped on some abandoned car watching a rerun of Star Wars. I blew smoke out into the air and looked up at the stars as i wondered about things. I wished that ponyboy was here with me but him and Darry had went out to the store. I sat up as the movie and began the walk home.

I am cherry,I have red hair,and am a cheerleader. I have a friend named Ponyboy,he is a good friend. He is part of a squad, called the greasers. He lives with his two brothers Sodapop and Darry.

Dally was driving us back home so we can turn ourselves in. Am I doing the right thing? Why am i turning myself in? Is it worth it? My life isn't that important anyway?

All may rise so this trial may begin. My name is Judge Gabriel and I will make the final decision whether or not you go to foster care. Ponyboy I do not want to see you in foster care so I am going to try my best to save you. As we can tell you have been quite the trouble maker this past month have not you. Well that is a real good reason to send you away but I'm hoping you have even better reasons to defend your case. Now before we begin calling up witnesses does anybody else think that this boy is guilty.

I woke up in a hospital and I asked the nurse ware Ponyboy and Dally were . Then stinging pain hit my back like a heater shot my then i remembered church in blazes and when my and Ponyboy and me saved the children in the church and then an ambulance showed up then I blacked out.

As I was in the hostpital , pony boy and two bit visited me.”The rumble is tonight “ said two bit. Since the big fight was tonight, I told him to give me his prized switch blade.”we are going to win the rumble tonight, for Jhonny “ I said. Then Pony boy and Two bit left. So I waited till time for the rumble, when it came around I left the hostpital. I got there right on time, and saw the rough and tuff gang of Tim shepard. I also noticed noticed the well dressed and classy socs on the other side.”who wants to to fight me” darry said, and soc walked out of the crowd. It was paul holden, Darry’s old teammate from football.”I’ll take you on, darry.” Paul was tall and buff. Then the rumble began , I started to fight even though iI had a hurt

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 felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.