Lorrie Monologue

Maggie realized that if she had said no words or have not thought any thoughts, maybe she would forget how to speak too.

I sit in my house with guilt rushing through my blood. How could I do this to Rachel? How could I trick her into marrying me? Why have I focused my life on money instead of love? Why have I betrayed her? She sits quietly. Eating two meals at once like a great white shark devouring a fish. She concentrates on every little thing she does. For just a second I focus on her. Then my mind clouds, and one image has appeared. Vanessa. As if she controlled my mind and altered what thoughts I had. I have been having an affair with Vanessa, Rachel’s neighbor, for a little while now. She is as beautiful as a diamond in the sunshine. Her jet black hair falls perfectly to her shoulders, and her bright green eyes seem as though they look into her soul. Her

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.

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.

“Look Lennie, I want you to look around here. You can remember this place, can’t you? The ranch is about a quarter of a mile up that way. Just follow the river.” “If you just happen to get In trouble like you always done before, I want you to come right here an’ hide in the brush. Till I come for you can you remember that?” Then as George told Lennie before and he did what he was told Lennie came back to the river after he accidentally killed Curley’s wife and the pup. George didn't want Lennie to suffer so he did he job himself, he wanted Lennie to be happy when he went away so he told him to face the river and think about the farm they wanted to live on and then George killed Lennie so he didn't have to suffer. Mercy killing/ euthanasia

After watching the play Our Town for our date, I found myself thinking back on Emily Webb’s dialogue with her mother. Emily asked her mother, “Am I pretty?” and this particular question from Emily stood out to me most. Emily asked such a question not only to feel better about herself, but also to ask if she was good enough to get a husband. I played this scene over and over in my head while walking Olivia back home.

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.

Scene: Came back home, Eric admitted that he raped Eva Smith while drunk. Mrs. Birling cried for what has happened, so Sheila took Mrs. Birling to the drawing room.[the candlelight was shaking in the shadow, the second hand on the clock raping quietly.]

Once he left the room, I gently sat on the edge of the bed, it creaked and was hard like a rock and there was only one sheet and it was thin, like a piece of paper. As I sat there I couldn't hold in my emotions, I bursted into tears. How could my life get any worse I thought. The next morning was the first day at my new school. As soon as I walked in a girl, maybe 15, walked up to me,

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

All my life I had always been an orphan. Never once met my true biological parents. Until one day this wonderful couple, Josie and Christopher, had came into the orphanage looking for a daughter that they could call their own. They wanted a daughter that had hazel brown eyes, brown curly hair, light colored skin, and Hawaiian in their culture. That seemed to describe me perfectly. I had everything they were looking for in a daughter. They seemed so energetic, so I know they wouldn’t like a daughter like me. I’m really shy and barely talk when I am around new people. But maybe I could give it a try.

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

I walk out of the private jet and got on my car that was already parked outside

On a train my father and I, Going to Guangzhou then Shanghai. To see my aunt, he hasn’t seen since he was ten. Then see my twin sisters who survived death, He has tear in his eyes.

My day in Africa was one I'll not soon forget. I toured two major cities of Morocco-land of mystery, enticement, and enchantment. I was expecting belly dancers, snake charmers, and many exotic sights filled with color and intricate decoration. While I did see some of what I expected, the majority of what I saw was totally unexpected and will haunt me forever.