Lorraine Monologue

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.

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

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.

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.

I keep pretty quiet when it comes to Alba, Brandyn and Dave’s biological relationship. I try not to get involved and tend to bite my tongue when I see you, time and time again, over stepping your boundaries as a step parent, but this has nothing to do with their relationship.

“ 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.”

“I told you,” she sniffled, “It’s Hazel, Hazel Ana Deer.” The little girl started laughing, her laugh ringing like a high pitched whistle, as it echoed off the surrounding dumpsters and littered concrete. Hazel stared at her, looking so hopelessly lost and desperate, that after a moment the girl stopped laughing, “Oh, you’re serious.”

Frances made a telephone call to one of her best friends who live in Manhattan. Her name was Christina. Frances started to tell Christina the whole situation between Michael and herself. Christina never met Michael before.

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

“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 made absolutely sure to get to my volunteering early, though it did mean losing more sleep than I liked. Marcy seemed to be in a bit of a better mood, and she had looked genuinely impressed when she saw I hadn’t lost my nametag, which confirmed I really had made a terrible first impression. I had a lot to try to fix in my next few days, and I wasn’t sure if I was happy or upset about that.

Jennifer: "You're right mother, Monica do looks like a nice body to have fun with, but I preferred to have her daughter. It would be nice to lose my virginity again, with that nice tight fertile pussy."

Suddenly, Slam!!! Hazel's father made a crack in the door as he slammed it into the wall with the other scratches from slammed door´s and cigaret burn marks. He looked right in Hazel´s lustrous blue eyes as if he was reading her pure soul, like he was Ursula and Hazel was the Little Mermaid. After a minute he stopped the connection between them and said in a demanding voice ¨I¨ ¨I told your mother we should have sent

I'll never forget the day I began to suspect that their was an advantage to being a white Anglo-Saxon Protestant.