Lady Nurse Monologue

We both got up and grabbed our stuff and put it into the backpack. Dom slipped his sunglasses on then we made our way to find a place to eat. That’s when I saw it. I stopped in my tracks in front of the place and grabbed Dom’s arm. Sushi Palace was the name of the cute Japanese restraunt. Dom is whiling to try new foods all the time and that’s why he agreed to eat here too. We sat in a little booth next to the window. The waitress gave us both a water glass and then told us to wave her over when we were ready. Then Dom decided to go change into his regular clothes, and he told me to order for him whatever.

Throughout the years my siblings and I have been in many different performances, whether for dance, tumbling, or acting. Now, with all these performances there have been at least a few mishaps. One particular incident I remember quite well happened when I was playing the role of Jo March in the play Little Women.

Today, my kismet, had other plans. A knock on the door resounded, followed by a heaving breath, the twisting of the doorknob, and a bang as the door shut. My eyes widened when instead of a nurse, an unfamiliar face burst into my room and my reality. Two tantalizing grey eyes peered into my own, a wild mix of fury and contention battling to surface. The latter claimed the victory. Opening a green folder, the boy steered his gaze on a stack of papers. He flipped through them until an aqua colored paper stood out to him, and ripped it from the folder. His eyes scanned the paper until he read something that turned his nonchalant expression,

(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )

Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.

Imagine this, it’s noon and you’re outside on a beautifully sunny day. Everything is going perfectly swell until suddenly you’re swallowed by an unexpected wave of blistering hot air. You black out and moments, maybe hours later, you regain your conscience and find yourself stranded somewhere in an unnaturally gorgeous island. That’s practically the story of everyone who finds themselves on an island called Nil, and everyone who finds themselves on the mysterious island has exactly a year to leave before they die. On this pretty little island was a girl named Natalie. She was a veteran on Nil and had priority. Having priority meant that you

We went back to FOB McHenry after the Medevac arrived. We never caught up with the rest of the elements, so we were never even a part of the main effort. My vehicle had to be towed to the FOB, so we received a ride from another platoon. Once we got back there my Senior Scout took me to go look at my vehicle in the maintenance bay. There was a hole exactly where the TC seat was. The pieces started to come together. I couldn’t push through the kill zone because the battery box is under the TC seat, so with the battery gone, we weren’t going anywhere. We had never been blown up on a dirt road, it has always been on a main route, and it usually came from the side of the road, never underneath. This was a game changer for us.

Warning if you have not seen all of Grey’s Anatomy I recommend not reading this. I could tell you everything there is to know about greys and I plan to.

My fingers find the edge of the shutters and crack them open to show the dark, grim night. At this time I should see happy families with dizzy tired kids leaving the show grounds, but I don’t, I see war zone.

Before she hung up the phone last night she gave me her address and told me to text her when I was leaving Dinah’s house. I woke up the next morning with Ally’s head nuzzled into my neck with her arms and legs wrapped around me protectively, Dinah and Normani’s head on my back with their arms comfortably wrapped around my waist, and Pia’s head at my feet hugging my legs. I was wrapped in a human blanket of love, these girls have been with me through everything, they stuck by my side when no one else would, helped me up when I fell or when someone pushed me down, held my hand when I was scared, like now. I love these girls, I would die for them and they would die for me.

As the new president walked out onto the stage I closed my eyes and opened them again. I swear if Tia wasn't on that stage I was going to kill the person that was. The person lowered their hood and smiled to the audience.

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

My first interaction with Steve occurs during an ordinary afternoon shift when the store is empty. Instead of being loud, excited, and cheerful like most customers, Steve wears dark sweats, a Red Sox cap to conceal his ungroomed, thinning hair, and an aloof expression on his face. As he weighs and pays for his oversized cup of yogurt, I experience a familiar ache of sadness. Immediately, I feel myself disengaging as I resist meeting his eyes. But he needs someone. I walk over to the table where he is sitting and introduce myself. What starts as an awkward conversation develops into an involved discussion about life and hardship. He offers me wisdom and advice, promising that he will be back for my shift next

“Thank you very much”, you say to the waiter and he walks you over to your date. Scanning the room over and over you look for your date hoping to find him. After a few seconds you spot him, he locks eyes with you. He stands up and greets you with a cheerful smile on his face. “Hey how’s it going Nice to Finally meet you”, your date says

“You remember that what else do you remember, and no I don't know where your mom is sorry.”