I Love Monologue

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.

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.

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.

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble It hard to be in this all alone in this ruble So many of my peers doing years beyond drug dealin

I remember October 23rd, 2013 specifically for a few reasons. First, I remember the music playing loudly from the living room of my friend Kenzie’s grandma’s house and Kenzie’s sister, Maddie, singing off-key and even louder than the music. I also remember the comforting smell of cookies in the oven and lavender and other flowers in the vase on the counter while I sat at the island in the kitchen. The third reason I remember that day is because it’s written in the corner of my first attempt at a drawing.

I think part of the reason I’m upset is because of you. Like I have never ever allowed myself to open up to anyone. I don’t like the idea of someone knowing everything about me and not knowing if the friendship will last, because if it doesn’t that person will live their life knowing everything about me. I remember that’s what we’d argue about, me thinking this wouldn’t last. Ever since September, you changed dramatically. You used to want to know everything that was going on. Now I try to tell you a story or try to tell you what’s going on, and you have no interest. I’ll be like “I broke my leg” and you’ll say “oh damn, feel better.” I’m not saying that’s wrong I’m saying I miss having a person I tell every little thing to. I said I feel like

*Ok, so I know this is off from the time line of the books, but I'm going to have it so Natalie goes to the dance so I can introduce the new Character.

Maybe they were through goading one another - I surely hoped so. I picked up my glass to take a sip of wine. I had been using this time to pretend to casually, gaze around the room. Myles Laveau caught my eye and smiled a half smile as he raised his glass to his lips. His date, the Baroness Portella, must have seen that his eye was otherwise entertained because she turned to glance over her shoulder at me. I saw the scathing stare she gave me through her thin, lacy veil- much like Boudreaux’s stare, it cuts to the bone. I half expected her to fling her drink into Laveau’s face, she seemed quite angry- but then, he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she turned to look at me again; this time, she smiled. I wondered what Myles had said to her for her to smile at me that way. The desire to know what he said was causing me to be anxious, as was the desire to see beneath the veil, but I needed to take care of the situation of my husband and lover goading each other first - I would ask Myles what was said between he and the Baroness the next time I was with him.

The man and woman hurried silently side by side down the dank passage. Occasionally, the woman would glance furtively over her shoulder. The passage was dark, and the only illumination came from a glowing torch that the man carried. The low light shone brightly enough to see that they were both nobles, for they were dressed with distinction.

Pove is my name, and this, my bespectacled readers, is Luna, gentle, sunny, bubbling Luna, my Luna. This is the sonorous song in her laughter. This is the sun in her smiles. And yes, these are the bright, sparkling stars in her eyes.

The Wayward Boy, Lot 79.2, Slave, Maggie Vanderthorpe, and Kuro. But the first name I had known him by was “The new One”

Hi, Mrs. Margaret. This is Jacqi. Malcolm gave me your number, I hope that's okay. He told me to let you know that he made it to Hungary in one piece, and that he's going to try and get his phone situation taken of tomorrow so he can talk to y'all as soon as possible. He miss you and Laura and sends his love. Anyway. I hope you're having a good evening, I'll talk to you later.

Ave continues to meet Oak at the tree and as the days pass, they grow extremely close.

Two nine-year-old kids sank into the beige cushions of the couch, gripping the controllers as they both stared intently on the illuminated TV. The TV brought colorful lights which seemed to reach the far corners of the dark, spacious room. A small silence creeped up against the two children as they smashed the buttons, controlling the lego characters that danced across the screen. Finally, the stillness of the perimeter shook as a sudden shriek was heard from the boy beside me; out of fear, I screamed along with him as troopers began to kill us within our video game.

Was dispatched to the scene for a 50 year old female cc of trouble breathing. En route dispatch information was given that pt had been having shortness of breath; hx of asthma and inhaler was used prior to calling EMS.