Jimmy Nguyen Monologue

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

The best living or dead hands down huh? Less talk more head right now huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is

Hello my name is Angela Wang. Next year I am going to be a grade 9 student at Oak Bay. During me course selections, I do not think I put band as one of my electives. I would really like to do band. I have played flute in band since the start of grade 6. If possible, is there a way to sign up still?

The name is Frank Greene and I live in the wonderful New York City. Right now I’m sitting here at Lou’s bar celebrating New Year Eve with a brandy. I’ve lived here my whole life, except when Uncle Sam decided he needed me in Vietnam right out of high school. You may ask what use the army has for a 6 foot tall, average white guy from Manhattan, who had no applicable skills. They sent me straight to infantry with the rest of the draftees. I eventually got injured and was sent home with an incurable limp.

“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.

Many years ago I was a good man,I lived in New York with my good friend Jimmy Wells before I end up here in prison.Let me tell you the story from the start.

The government had been disbanded long ago. The laws thrown away and forgotten, history changed, and humanity lost. People called it “ultimate freedom” My grandmother would gauff and say, “Freedom? Ha!

though to be fair,” she added, “they’re finding out the father’s age has something to do with it too. Donnie’s no spring chicken either. That’s why you have to be doubly careful. Molly, you sound like you’re out of breath. Do you need to lie down and rest?”

You know I've kept my mouth shut for the whole presidential campaign, but I really can't help myself . Everyone is hating on Trump for trying to Make America a better place to live for everyone . Not just white, not just blacks or anyone else . He may be a little harsh with the things he says but that's what America needs man! Everyone gets offended over petty shit and then start riots, which remind me what that solves? Trump wants to build a wall along the boarder and people hate the idea. People say that's racist blah blah blah. Whatever man he's creating jobs by having wall construction and keeping ILLEGAL immigrants out. I know why people don't want it, because who's going to do all the cheap labor that us Americans refuse to do because

Pg. 3-4 I’m Scarlet. As you can tell by my name, I am a pair of red flats with diamonds on the front, and I want nothing more than to get out of this shop! I’ve been here for two years. Can you blame me?

I can’t comment about it, because I don’t know what Luis has said about me. However I believe Luis wanted Siller to believe that Luis is the victim, no me.

His eyes shone as if caught in the beam of a headlight. The noise wasn’t him. He was as quiet as a field mouse with asthma and a broken leg.

I was playing xbox one day and this little white boy started yelling at me. I asked if the little boy was racist and he said no and started to yell at me because i asked him if he was racist. He said just because hes white doesn't mean he is racist . He said i should get to know the person before assuming they are racist.

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and smirked slightly. "My smoking? Hot? Damn, I wish I could be hot without destroying my lungs but whatever. Sit down, you don't have to stand there the whole time" He teased. His bruised lips frowned, he didn't like that thought he was a fuck up because he was gay. No one should ever be ashamed and scared of being gay. Unfortunately that was the reality and the world the boys lived in. Religion was the reason why people hated. That was why Yoongi had no faith, not just in religion, but in mostly everything. He wanted to hold Kihyun, hold him tight, tell him to be brave and that he'll protect him. He scoffed at himself. Why did he have to act like his shield? It was instinctively, to protect him.

This day bestowed on me a person out of my past memories that I did not foresee coming back. It was late when whisper of news came to me that Nick Carraway would be back and a party would be held in his favor. As friends and family, is would a natural response to throw a welcome home party for someone who had been long gone. However that was not the intention the party was merely a gossip gathering disguised as a good gesture. Most of these people couldn’t care less about Nick, they were souls who feed off any sort of drama.