Lorna Monologue

Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.

The friends of the narrator, however, do not hide in the imaginary world of childhood and are maturing into adolescents. Sally, “ screamed if she got her stockings muddy,” felt they were too old to “ the games” (paragraph 9). Sally stayed by the curb and talked to the boys (paragraph 10).

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.

“But look MJ. It doesn’t stop there, it only gets deeper, son. The reason you never knew about your daughter and why Havannah never brought her to see you is because Papi told Havannah to lie to Marlorana, to tell her that her father was dead. I highly disagreed with that because even though you have a lot of time over your head, you still could've been a part of your daughter’s life. You know, with visitation and all. But Papi kept pushing the issue and eventually Havannah and I both gave in.

"Abandoned and afraid, I was left crying beside the ocean underneath a bridge. My recollection is hazy and sporadic, as any memory of an infant would be. However, something I do recall, was the sound of a sweet voice, singing beautifully as my tears were wiped away and I drifted off to sleep. I remember waking in a strange place I've never seen before, frightened and afraid. But I don't really remember anything after that moment. My memory remains blurred from that moment on, and anything I could recall would probably only be reflecting my deceitful imagination. The first clear memory I have was from a moment while I was five years of age. I was sitting at the dinner table, with my guardian Shelia, who I believed was my mother. She excused

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I

Today I was called to go to my house. When I got there my mother tells me, "someone is here to see you." A man told me to go in. When I went in it smelled like blood and roses, and also there was a little white haired man in the chair. When he turned around looking at me with those snakelike eyes. The person was President Snow. I was speechless and I couldn't believe that he is here. He told me to sit down. Then he told me what is going on, "I have a problem, and it all started when you pulled out those poisonous berries." People think it was a act of defiance not an act of love. There could uprising in district 12. I said,"What is to prevent, say, an uprising?" Then my mom brings in some tea and cookies. President Snow said, " Did your mother

Lani: Terrorism? I don’t know, I think, also, no, in a positive way unfortunately; for me. Yeah, I feel it really helped me see people come together and I helped at the candle visual and there were all these people there. (Tell me more about the candle visual). I was there handing out tissues, no one needed it, it was such a serious mood and didn’t expect that much people to turn up, like we had chairs set up and there was more people than there was chairs. Everyone was really respectful and if someone crying, everyone was there to hold them and talk to them. (Where was that at?). It was at in the front of the lower commons. (How long was it?). Maybe, two hours; I don’t know I was helping from the beginning. My time is a little wrapped.

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.

"What is this, you promise no secrets so what's up" (y/n) ask looking at her boyfriend who was pulling her toward a garden then show her the beautiful picnic within the garden. She was shock of how amazing the place was. "Y-you did all of this for me. I-I don't know what to say all about this"

We are all gathered here today to celebrate the life and to honour the memory of our departed friend, Lennie Small. I am George Milton, a very close and dear friend of Lennie's. In fact, he was way more than just a friend to me, he was like my very own brother. Lennie was a special character. He was different, unique from the rest.

A young girl named Alma trots along a snowy, deserted and narrow road. The stark white setting symbolizes the path to heaven or the afterlife. An enormous chalkboard displaying scribbled names that belong to the previous victims bears a single blank space. Alma scrawls her name. During this scene, the background music has a melodic, gleeful tune. Pasted on the wall beside the store are numerous posters reporting missing persons.