Interduction Monologue

Often I am mistakenly perceived as perfect by my classmates because of my accomplishments of being a multi-sport Varsity Captain and All City scholar athlete holding a 4.5 GPA. However, I’ve never discussed how imperfect my life actually is. To this day, I’ve kept the secret of the true extent of my childhood poverty from everyone, including my closest friends. Growing up, I’ve lived in a one bedroom apartment with five other people, slept on chairs until I reached the age of five, and only had two-pairs of shoes. One for play, and the other for church, both replaced only until the holes were large enough to the point that my shoes were falling apart. I dislike speaking about the effects poverty had on my life as I fear people treating me

Do you know what the worst thing in the world is? It's being forced to fight in another country, putting your life in danger, all while disobeying your own religion! When I was first forced to fight I said “No, I am not going ten thousand miles from home to help murder and burn another poor nation simply to continue the domination of white slave masters.” I was born and raised in Louisville where it was segregated and now I was being told to help continue white domination. How could I say yes, how could I?(-Using higher pitched voice)( take deep breaths) I remember when I first fought Sonny Liston I was one of the biggest underdogs ever, he was the big bad former mob boss that a lot of people hated. But just because there was a big mouthed youngster(me) a lot of people that hated him started liking him and hated me instead. People thought it was going to be like a popular year twelve rugby player fighting a wiry year six loudmouth. Throughout the whole fight I nonstop taunted him and finally when I finished him off in the sixth round I felt like I had taken something from him he’d never get back. Sometime later I fought him again in

If you're having relationship problems, don't ask me because I'm going to give it to your straight and raw.  I've seen it time and time again where people are just disgusted with their partner and they come to me for advice but leave madder than they came. (haha)

Yet you only found rot and an empty heart, I hope you feel my sin

Thank you so so much! I continue to be super grateful for all Andover does for me. I know this sounds clique, but I was really looking forward to going to South Africa and now that it's feasible for me to go, it's a ream come true! I'll let you know if I have any questions.

As our bodies collided mid-air, I couldn’t dictate exactly how I would fall on the rugby pitch that winter day during my freshman year. I landed hard on my right arm as the players over and around me continued the play. As the game drew to a close, the pain in my arm increased. My physician, Dr. Moran, explained what he saw with an easy smile. I had fractured my wrist. As a former college basketball player and orthopedic surgeon, he’d seen this injury many times. As my mind raced with thoughts of how I was going to deal with the injury and school, Dr. Moran remained calm. For him, it was less about the reconstruction of my hand, although it was important, but preserving my livelihood as best as possible after treatment. Even though I struggled

I wiped away the tears brought on my my fathers words. Kill yourself. I thought that i would always have him, if no one else. I looked up and stared into his eyes. Blue like mine and id never hated anything as much as those eyes. They were cold and merciless. I pushed back more tears and felt the sting of regret. Why did i think hed understand me? I thought telling him i was gay would help our relationship but never had i been so wrong. I choked on the thousand things i wanted to say and he shook his head at me. "Maybe i will..." i stammered before running out into the cold night air. Why me? Why couldn't i look at a girl and want her? Why is it that only another man can make me feel love so truly? It was passed midnight by the time i got to

People may not understand this but if you ask me why i love 2ne1 so much, I will have to say because at times where i was having a very bad day, They make me happy when no one does. I always search for comfort in 2ne1's songs. I need to hear CL, Bom, Minzy and Dara's voice to calm myself down. I'll feel anxious if i don't. It's a bit exaggerated, but it's true. That's why 2ne1 is very important to me. You may not understand this, i know.

it’s a good thing he bites his tongue, because he was just about to ask her why SHE was out so late ... with a crowbar. between the two of them, she’d be the most SUSPICIOUS one; strange one. hands raise in defense as he shuffles backwards from is interrogator. why was his luck so shitty past midnight ? “ alright alright ! i was just taking a walk ... couldn’t sleep. Insomnia does that to you, sometimes. ” what a liar. if it wasn’t for the darkening bruise on his cheek, his story would be more believable. the boy inhales a shaky breath, canting his head to the side. “ besides ... it’s not like i’m doing anything or looking very threatening with a crowbar right now. ”

My fifteen-year-old hip grinded to a halt; my leg froze; and I stumbled forward. The ground came quickly. I rebounded from my ungraceful fall and tried to keep up with the herd of boys. It wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t the first time; in fact; my defective hip had been messed up for a while. Almost every day after little league Football practice, we would condition. Nothing rigorous, we usually just ran a couple of laps around the field, or to the corner and back. It became pure torture. I trudged on, with the false hope my hip would get better eventually: It didn’t. People cared at first, but their sympathies were short lived. I had been demoted to the lowest caste of Football society. Not being able to participate, I felt like a lingering, terminal, illness. I felt like a racehorse desperately in need of being put down. I felt like I was just the watcher from the sideline, the has-been and the broken. I felt like the Eskimo Grandmother whose teeth can no longer chew seal skin and is left outside to freeze, gently shown the door to the igloo.

Yesterday was insane. I'm still trying to put piece and piece together to figure out what happened. I can't thank Tobias enough for being there to help, until he got taken away by Jeanine. I can't believe she would murder thousands of innocent people and feel no remorse. I wonder how she would feel if all of her close ones were just killed off. And in reality, the only reason Jeanine pulled this together was because she assumed Abnegation was stealing food. Which leads me to the first thing, my mother.. My beloved mother died protecting me today, after rescuing me. I found out she was a Dauntless born, she grew up as one of us. I can still see her smile in my mind, happy

-You are kidding me?- Tony asked surprised, while looking at Steve’s stern expression –All right, let’s fix that, Jarvis filter the audio, clean it up and amplify it all that you can.-

The music started and I jumped; suddenly my body just started dancing without me even thinking. I tried to smile, but it just resulted with me having a worse face. With me trying to smile, but still with a distressed face it made matters worse. My face was contorted in a creepy grimace not unlike the Joker, himself. I can't imagine what the judges were thinking as I flashed them that menacing grin as I saluted them. When I landed I sank into the floor. With the hard landing it startled me, so I took another big jump which made a thump. Before I started dancing again, I took a couple of heavy breaths. As my legs were bent I could just think of the deductions I was getting. I got to the corner of the floor I started running, sprinting. I hurtled

"Where are we even going? I'm going to get so lost-" I mumbled, burying my fingers in the sleeves of my black coat. I used to wear a lot of black, I was far from a goth, the colour just made me looked thinner. When you were a 'bigger girl', you couldn't go out in hot pink boob-tubes like all the other young women - you were restricted to dark colours, baggy items and covering yourself up if you wanted to look as close to acceptable as possible.

There's a bottle on the shelf, talkin' to me Sayin', "Come over here, you can have a drink" We can make it through this lonely night together But that's a road I don't wanna go back down And I hate myself for what I'm thinkin' now Hey, it's just one night, it's not like it's forever