Letter To Sally That Fever Monologue

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.

Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he

Mayella looked at me; looked scared. She'd better give that Finch, the answer I wanna hear. If she lets it slip that I beat her an' the others once and a while when I get riled up on my hooch, the jury, will think I beat her that night. Finch already let the jury know I was left handed, I don't know what he was implyin' but I know it don't fare well for my side of the

Ellie at first may be viewed by the reader as simply a background character to this story, someone for the two main focal points to bounce ideas off of and to add some variation to what could easily be viewed as tedious. I beg to differ on this opinion though, as his role is hinted at during the beginning sentences of the story as a foil to his character is brought up by Connie. ¨… Connie´s mother kept dragging her back to the daylight by finding things for her to do or saying, suddenly, ¨What's this about the Pettinger girl?”And Connie would say nervously, ¨Oh, her. That dope.”She always drew thick clear lines between herself and such girls…”(Pg 453) This is because from when the time Arnold introduces him to the last few sentences, he was referred to

Aunt Betsy said she’d let me stay for awhile but Miss Ivers isn’t too fond of the whole idea. Ma’s in New York and ever since she left I’ve imagined seeing her in the street and running up to her to say how much I miss her. Uncle Jack said he’s got a friend in New York city with the biggest tavern in town. Oh how badly I want to go up there, I just don’t know how I’d get there. Wait. I know! I’ll have to find a way to sneak out and I can just sail up on the jolly boat! I just don’t know when exactly yet and if it’ll even work. I’ve just got to find ma.

Hello Juliet, It’s Lisa I need your help. I am currently a hot mess. I need your ways, how do you get the men chasing after you? I heard over there in Verona you got 2 men chasing after you. Don't worry the word isn't around the Romeo and you are up to something, Lady nurse just told me over letter. But anyways what do you do? Currently I am in Kansas and I am a English teacher with two kids and I have to grade about 2000 papers of tests. I think after school is over I want to go vacation over there in Verona to see if I find myself some men. Any suggestions?

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.

“Okay, Ruby, tonight I’ll be Miss Ta Rot. I’ll do it for laughs and giggles. Go get me the cards so I can practice and by the way, do I get to keep my tips?”

"I can't believe you still haven't kissed a boy yet Dorothy", my best friend Margarita complains.

Scene 2 In the darkness of the set laughter and gossip can be heard and gossiping as Phoebe Gale and the Jessica’s enter the set still dark. Phoebe Gale makes a rude remark of gossip (adlib) and the lights come on. Phoebe Gale is surrounded by her Jessica’s are at her locker gossiping. Enter The Girl carrying a bundle of items seemingly to nearly fall out of her arms.

Corrie, I hope you know that no one is trying to steal your dream or take you away from doing your music. I can appreciate having to fight for something for so long. I too have had to fight for thing throughout my whole life and face ridiculous adversities too. I hope you know that I had to fight for you for 24 years. I know you don’t exact know my full story and that you only see the results of the past and some of my wounds as well. However, I hope you know that all the heart-ache, pain, and struggles that I went through to get to this moment here with you, I would do all over again.

I remember the first time I ever set eyes on Gracie Adams; she was sitting on her front porch holding on tight to a piece of white paper in her right hand while drying her tears with the other. Her little sparrow legs were sticking out from under her faded blue floral dress and her flaming red hair was tossed and tangled. Maw had sent me on an errand to the grocery store to get some sugar for her morning coffee when I came across Gracie sobbing her heart out. I had a mind to keep on walking but if I had I couldn’t think what the rest of my life would have been like. Gracie and her Mother were new to our street that I did know, simple thing being I had overheard my Aunt Cassie and my own Maw gossiping about them one evening after supper.

My name in Adelina Amouteru, Little Wolf is what my mother called me… that is until she died from the blood fever. The blood fever first hit in Estonia, where I once lived, then spread to the rest of the world. It infected a third of our population, killing all of our adults and left the kids with hideous scars of imperfection. My sister, Violetta, and I were unfortunate enough to be burdened with this curse. When I caught the fever my eye swelled so much that the doctor had to scoop it out with a blazing hot knife.