Little Woman Monologue

"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.

When I was in the third grade and began to take an interest in musicals, my two best friends and I decided we would perform “Popular” from Wicked in our school’s talent show. I was looking forward to having fun with my friends onstage, but secretly I was wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had so many doubts about going onstage in front of my entire school. What if they thought I sang badly? Why didn’t we use backup music? Pink is definitely not my color. It was my first time singing by myself with a large audience watching me, but nonetheless, the three of us went onstage. Regardless of what others may have thought about us, we all felt exhilarated and relieved once we were done.

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

I was so into the song that I didn’t see Evy slip away into the back of the stage where she had hymned the background music. The audience erupted into a roar. Everyone in the audience stood up. A person was walking towards the stage. I recognized him immediately. His name was Ansel. He was a college scout for Juilliard. He asked to see me after the show.

The next day was my first rehearsal. I was so anxious about meeting the people who would be part of my court. I am not an extroverted person, so the thought that I had to socialize with people who I did not know made me really nervous. I was also really anxious because it was the day that I was going to give the announcement of what they were going be wearing. The girls would be wearing long silver dresses and the guys would be wearing tuxes with pink accents. When I gave them this information Moises said, “Silver?!” and let me say that it was not really encouraging.

Sarah-Alice was in the football field as she smiled happy to be back at Long Beach High after a long summer knowing how that right now this is a new year to start. She then saw the cheerleaders for the first time only to then say,"Alright I need you girls to start doing five laps and then some stretches so we can practice some routines before our Football team comes." She then saw her team start to do her laps while she took her coat only to then show her workout outfit since it was now eighty degrees out. Sarah-Alice then smiled as she ran with her team only to do some stretches until the girls were staring at the team. She then had her eyes caught on one certain god in human form. She knew on the back of his shirt said Winchester so she knew

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.

The morning of the dress rehearsal I go over my lines once more. The cast was told that we would go to first and second and then leave for third. Some people were so nervous they were biting, some running around with excitement. As for me I feel excited but as the show gets closer and closer my mind is having confits. We get to the stage and put on our costumes and makeup. My hands were so shaky I had to have someone else do my make up.

The power of the kick flings me down the hall. I skip across the floor before rolling to a stop, bumping into the wall. A groan escapes my lips as I lay there, agony hammering through my body. My midsection screams at me and I pray my ribs aren’t broken. I start to sit up, trying to roll onto my stomach. I never get there because Jagger’s already next to me, forcing me down with a heavy knee on my chest. He applies pressure on my lower ribs, depriving me of what little air I have left in my aching lungs.

I admire the fact that Scout now trusts her father. I know that it is a very nice trait to have. When I trust my father, I know that I can always count on him and that he will always be there for me. Whenever any of my friends have a problem, I always suggest talking to their fathers about it. I feel that girls my age have a stronger relationship with their fathers than their mothers.

“Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.” A man in a black suit stepped into the mostly bare room with a table and two chairs, one seated by Miss Bennett, opposite her she could see her reflection on the two way mirror she’d been making faces at for the past hour.

“Sister Catherine! You have failed!” A voice boomed aloud as the a chair hung in midair with a frightened nun that sat on top. Without a warning, whatever was holding the chair in place was gone, and it crashed onto the floor. I quickly covered my eyes to hide from the horrific sight. The woman was surely dead and I did not want to see what was remained of her. Alice, a friend I made on my trip in France, started to scream and cry. I pulled out my phone to call the police while trying to drag Alice away from the scene. I told the woman on the other side what had happened and in no time, the sirens of the police were heard.

(There are a boy and an old man in a living room, sitting on a sofa facing a television.) Boy Do you have some chips?