Leslie Monologue

Running through branches and high standing grass, I sprint as fast as my body will move. Insure about how much energy my body has left, I keep pacing a constant speed to catch up to Lennie. As the forest begins to come to an end, there is a lengthy creek that comes to view. Hesitating, I plunge into the water trying to find my dear friend Lennie. Just as I think there is no hope on finding him I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was just an animal, I turn away not even realizing that the animal was Lennie. Lennie, terror- stricken and drizzling, is standing right in front of me. I try to dash toward him, but since my legs are in the water they don’t seem to move quickly. Not even bothered about how slowly my feet are moving I still leap toward him in excitement. Since we were hugging I didn’t even realize that the neighing and running footsteps of the men’s horse were drawing closer to us.

I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.

Ever since the Spring of 2004, I have been the source of a lot of headaches for my parents with my constant pleas to visit the Sparkleberry Country Fair. There is nothing like turning onto the dirt road entrance, rolling the windows down, and taking a deep breath of fresh Carolina air and Sunshine. The faint smell of boiled peanuts, cotton candy, and other mouth watering fair foods fill the air. Even now that I can drive myself, I can’t help but feel that childish sense of excitement and joy as I park the car, open the door, exposed to the culture and

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

“ I’m very sorry Carrie...” is what the doctor said; she knew it was coming, that he was going to say it. “I’m very sorry Carrie; you have been diagnosed with cancer.”

-Oy, you fucking asshole bitching guy sitting over there, you don't have permission to sit next to my baby! - Said Johnny.

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

I wander around the carnival the scent of corn dogs and cotton candy lingering in the air all around me. Tents and rides line the roads, colorful lights flashing from them. The laughter of children constantly echos through the air. Making the carnival feel as alive as the sun. Something hard bumps into my shoulder and I'm pushed into the grass. I look up to see panicked chocolate brown eyes looking back into mine, a blush creeps into my cheeks.

As Andy lay on the sidewalk bleeding, after being stabbed, he shows the reader how much he cares and loves Laura. I believe a big part of Andy's moral stature is to be compassionate. Not only towards Laura but also towards the future, the future he was planning to have with her. Although the whole time all of is thoughts are on Laura, some are more worrying than others.

I feel the earth vibrate beneath my feet. I look at my village, still visible through my hot breath making clouds in the crisp air. Several large...creatures are stomping around and going into houses, some people are running and screaming. Maxine calmly gets up from the small stone bench and grabs my hand. "Max... there's no where we can go..."

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

I get less annoyed with people these days. And when they do manage to annoy me - I just write about them.

“No.” I said sleeply hoping she would leave me alone to sleep. But of course she just kept on shaking.

One day I was outside at recess when my best friend Natalie ran to play with me. Just before she made it she fell to the ground. I ran to her side. She told me that her foot was hurting. I told her that she must have sprained it. Just as I finished my sentence, my favorite teacher Dr. Wilbanks came to join us. As we finished explaining what happened Dr. Wilbanks called Natalie's mom. Natalie's mom sounded surprised. As she was speaking I could tell that she was crying.

Today has been an amazing day. I know this is unbelievable but the whole day I hanged out with teenagers. TEENAGERS!!!! I know right. How am I still alive? They are not actually that bad. Don’t worry they are not strangers. I’m giving them some money for a fund they are running and I told them about my visits to the zoo so I invited them. They are fun. I will tell you this, they have complete different personalities. Oh… I forgot to tell you their names, John and Lorraine. John seems like a rebel and a trouble maker to me. He’s like a lady man. I could smell the cigarette and alcohol on him but I didn’t want to say anything about it. I just figured he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents and they probably don’t care. Lorraine is