I Love T. Ray Monologue

There was agony in my heart, however, as I felt that his affections for me didn't surpass the desire we had so regularly and eagerly tried to fulfill. Suddenly, I felt that it was necessary to apologize to him for loving him so much.

Everything was loud. The overstuffed bus of children was leaving the school parking lot for its normal route of sudden stops, unforgiving bumps, and of course, transporting students to their destinations. Opposite from every other child on the bus, I sit quietly in seat fourteen listening to the screaming laughter and shrill excitement of the conclusion of another school year. I sit there in silence because I knew that it would be my last bus ride home. I was trying to take everything in: the smell of the old brown bus seats, the half opened windows that tried to keep us cool, the pleasantly plump and incredibly sweet bus driver, and the jovial and rambunctious sounds of kids cackling and yelping. At every stop, I could

“Crash!” flames were everywhere there was wreckage and debris everywhere and I realized a plane had crashed into the wall. I was on the floor and I reached for Gabbie but she wasn’t moving. I felt to see if she was breathing and fortunately she was. I looked around and saw Bill, Tammy, Ted, Charlie, Jen, and all my other co-workers and some were moving but others weren’t I crawled to Bill and he wasn’t breathing. I was coughing from the smoke in the air and was crying. The fire stung my skin. I crawled to Gabbie, I couldn’t see, she woke up and started to panic. I calmed her down and we found other co-workers but some died. I felt like the floor was gonna gave in any second so we didn’t move. Huddled together we thought we were gonna die, we sat in silence, realizing the end, thinking about the past.

“One, Two, THREE!” Lennie and I sprint toward the bus. I don’t think I have ever seen Lennie run so fast. Just as I think we have made it to safety, a gunshot goes off. Right in front of the old bus, I fall to my knees as my vision becomes blurry. Even through all of the noise and commotion, all I can hear is my ears ringing. Most people would be scared or angry that they are dying, but I was happy because Lennie was safe. Surprisingly, the bus driver took Lennie and drove off. The bus before had just seemed like a bus, but now it was like a chariot, because it carried the only thing important to me in it. As the sight of the bus became vague, my eyes slowly shut and my smile slowly

(Pg. 39) and rushes to slap her, but misses. This shows how volatile T- Ray is as a father because instead of de-escalating the situation as a parent and as an older, more mature adult, he explodes with volatility in an irrational way and uses anger as a way of problem solving. This strongly supports that T. Ray is very emotionally unstable and also shows

The rough but smooth texture of the newspaper is against my hand, I turn my head right and a feel water coming down from my eyes the sun has hit my eyes. The bus stops a woman a little darker than me sits down in the front, *gasp* " what is she doing, she is going to get in trouble" I whisper to myself. The movement of the bus made the hit my shoulder against the window, my lips move into a smile and my hand moves right to left, the woman replies with a smile in her face, I noticed two stops more and I am home the bus stops once again. Noises are in the background I look up and there is a white woman fighting with the lady I smiled to the bus driver was even in the white woman side.The bus driver kept repeating "Rosa, Rosa, Rosa" I am guessing that is her name she refused to give up her seat to the lady

Every day, there are tragic events that occur. Unfortunately, no matter who you are or what you do, these events are inevitably going to happen to someone in the world. The novel The Sweet Hereafter is a collection of stories, each from a different character’s point of view, that describe and show the emotional distress from losing loved ones. Fourteen young kids drowned on a school bus and the lives of many are destroyed. Despite the fact of this tragedy and figuring out who is to blame, each of the four main characters that narrate go through emotional and physical problems, but remain strong in the end.

He sat pondering with stinging eyes outside in the frosty evening air. His head was throbbing with a migraine that carried his thoughts to darker times, times that made his heart burn. Times that now caused his lungs to only inhale, that suffocating feeling the feeling of deaths unbearable hug, the engulfment of pain. He had felt it many times before. The anxiety and stomach nausea was almost always with him though only he knew of it. This boy was fluid in the language of pain. For he had the scars the screams and the sorrow to prove it. Currently his lungs began to fail him only allowing an inhale of agony, no oxygen would be permitted to exit, because the panic would not allow it. His eyes begin to blur like they sometimes would and

There was also a small truck and a small bus that hit each other. They didn’t catch fire, but there was a body on the ground beside them. As soon as I saw it, there was a cold wave of recognition crashing through my body, making my vision sway as I realized, it was dead. No questions like why, how he died. Nothing. Just a frozen state of mind. My throat ached as I used every breath. There was less, and less oxygen remaining in the car. I dared to open the window. Warm fresh air mixed with a smell of burnt grass hit me in my face.

“It’s going to be fine,” that's all I hear from the lady sitting next to me as I am crying and looking out the window as the house I was first brought home to grows smaller and smaller. I turned around and cried not knowing what was going on and why I was being taken from my home. The lady next to me began to comfort me and held me close while I cried. I didn’t know her or the other people that were with her and I was scared. I had no idea where we were going and I had no idea where my brothers or sister were. We drove for about half an hour and then we pulled into a big parking lot and stopped. We all got out and they led me into a large building that smelled like winterfresh air fresheners. The sound of crying and laughing filled the air while kids and

I sat up as my eyes started to fill with tears. I clenched my arm trying to forget the pain I was currently feeling. I was trying to catch my breath but my heart felt like it was pounding one million beats per second. The grass was drowning in the water rushing from my eyes. All I could think of was pain.

They swarmed around me. The tears felt like fire. I heard worried, faint murmurs. “she's not going to make it”, and they're reassuring my crying, helpless parents, “she's going to be alright”. Even though I was so young, I thought that this was it. The fear. The pain. The sorrow. The memories still haunt me to this day.

When the family departed from their old home for the last time, the sun had just begun to rise. It was the peaceful time of morning when the stars were still out, but the sky was beginning to fade into a faint, dark shade of blue. The melody of birds singing was the last thing Jazz heard before hopping into the vehicle. She would always remember the birds, the sky, and the burning threat of tears as they drove away from her childhood home.

His mind had gone astray, he wasn’t him anymore. I knew this but, I still told him how much he meant to me. Thinking back now, wondering if I could have done something anything.

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.