Listen Sacajawea Monologue

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

I crouch down and follow the foot track, squinting as the night goes on and the world becomes darker. I here a snap and turn around to see Ralph. He laughed and puts his hands in surrender. “I’m not such a excellent hider am I?” he walks up to me, but my adrenaline is still running and I pounce on him, causing him to release his hunting knife

I ran, my feet bloodied and aching, my ankle unsteady and shrieking in pain. I ignored it, gasping

“Ow, ow, ow. stop hitting me, I came to cut him down. I see you met Katie she's not a big fan of me!” He yells up to you.

I didn’t stop running; I kept this up for what felt like thirty seconds at least before the overwhelming urge to cough stopped me. I attempted to grip the side of the wall before I keeled over and violently choked up more blood. Shaking, I stretched my arms out around me, praying that I would find something in this seemingly empty room that could give me some kind of relief. Something that would take away that

If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy

He attempted to shake his head and I wanted nothing more that to pop his beady head off and kill the bastard right then and there. There was a rule of thumb in the joint and that was to keep your hands to yourself and keep your hands off someone else's shit.

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

Summer days are not supposed to be gray and gloomy. They are not supposed to made for the mourning of the dead. They are meant for happiness and bright white smiles, short blond hair blowing in the wind and the same time as long brown hair with flowers threaded through like stars in the sky. They are meant to be long and warm with the feeling of love in the air. Not to be marred with the thoughts of death. They are supposed to be innocent and free, not locked in a tomb, but how else was a summer day supposed to go without the puzzle piece of love in the box?

Luna agreed, “She has always been a very hard working lady and she did it on her own. She is admirable.” Taking a moment to think of a better reply, Luna returned, “As a family, my great grandparents were our true Heroes. Would it not have been for them we would not have moved or have what we have today.”

“This is where the knowledge gets dicey. My family and clan are Selkie’s and now you’re entrusted to keep our secret.”

I watched out the window as he ran outside and thought to myself, maybe he is just out for a walk. Leaving that to the side, I went downstairs and bumped into the Fury, who told me my brother was transferred to another camp and I would be offered the job to be a soldier. I did not like the way this was going.

Hello, hahaha I’m sorry I just couldn’t think of anything else to say. Well I’m not sure what unfortunate set of events has led you to my rotten mind but hello none the less. I am not a skilled writer nor do I believe a good person but oh well. I would like to start a new first chapter of my life and decided to document it for….. well I’m not sure who. To be honest there is a good chance no one will ever see this mad man’s scribbles but I have a strange compulsion to create so there. I’m going to do it regardless.

I could not the thought of my own son telling me that to my face, so went away and left him alone. I walked in a rush to the river when Vasudeva came. He was also frustrated with the behaviors of my son, but he said nothing until today. Vasudeva told me everything about how my son had been talking rudely to him and stole food, money, and more. At first I was shocked but when I saw my son steal the ferry and left the oar missing while he left. Not only that but also that morning he stole all the silver coins from its location and that previous night he had returned home late probably was thinking about a way to run away. I wanted to go after him, but Vasudeva confronted me about the truth that he might not want to be followed. Instead of listening

"Stop! Go away, get back on your side!" I bark the order at him like a drill sergent. He stops in his pursuit and looks me in the eye.