Mama And Julie Monologue

Momma always said sticks and stones could break your bones and word will never harm you.. But honey I'm PETTY. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you harassing my sister and family. As a result of your own unhappy, selfish, and evil ways. Your like a plague sweet heart your going slowly killing you're self from being unhappy and dysfunctional get it together. Now as for my brother sha he is a GROWN man that he does what he wants. Trust and believe though he's on his shit doing the damn thing as God is my witness he will prosper and we'll send both of our invitations in the mail so you could envy that too!! As for you Mrs Thot don't ever speak of my name as a freak girl I could never niggas wish but never could have. Let's just keep in mind

Today, Mother has starved me again; I haven’t eaten food in four days. I did my chores and everything she asked from me. I have no source of food, I would usually get the leftovers, but last week Mother found out and I was punished for it, I’m used to it at this point. I got beaten up today too, for no reason I didn’t even talk or move. I wonder why Mother hates me that much, I’m the only child treated like that , sometimes I feel like I am a slave and that I am not part of the family , while Russell, Ronald, and Stan are treated like kings compared to me, sometimes I blame them but then again it is not their fault

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.”

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.

“Don’t you sign at me with that tone young lady!” Edie yelled at me. Of course, I couldn’t hear her because I’m deaf, but her body language made it very clear that she was yelling.

On 1-27-17, Tiffany experienced nausea and vomiting. This morning we had a conversation on what could have caused it. I asked if she made right decisions in consuming a copious amount of snacks. She belligerently, and proudly replied that it was not the snacks that caused her to be ill. After several prompts and restating the question, she admitted that she went into my bedroom, right before she wanted to take a nap, and found the Ibuprofin, and swallowed approximately 6 tablets. Based upon the contents of the vomit, and without knowing how much fully digested, I would put the number between six and 12.

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

Deborah has no intentions of divorcing you. That’s it, Charles. That’s the reason why you seemed so dejected.

I don’t see the point of calling you “Mother” neither of us felt like you belonged in that role. Nor do I have a habit of showing respect when I don’t think it’s deserved. At least that’s one thing the journalist could use to spark sympathy for me. At least I’m honest. It’s a shame the same can’t be said for you.

I’m afraid my epitaph will read: “Here lies Julie: a girl who spent her life trying to please others.” I fear wasting precious time caught up in my thoughts where there’s no risk of failure, but no chance for success. I just have to listen to myself. I can’t follow my every whim and dream, but I can stop every now and then and ask if I’m happy. Am I enough? I can fill my hours with people who make me smile and activities that open my heart, so my tombstone will declare: “Here lies Julie: she left nothing

My fifth candle to goes to my baby sister Jayla. She is only four and probably doesn't even know what's going on, but I want to give her a candle to show how much I love her. I was very excited when I found out my mom was having a baby. I was even more excited when I found out she was going to be a girl. I hope when Jayla is older me and her can form a bond that is really strong, obviously not now because she's a little kid and I don't like children but soon. I am constantly showing people her photos because even though we are miles away and I barely ever see her I am always thinking about her. My favorite thing to do with Jayla is tease her. It sounds mean, but that's what older sisters are for. Will someone please help Jayla light her

Hernan is walking from left to right and from right to left. He appears to be worried about something. He is wearing different clothes. It is midnight of the next day. He checks his phone: no texts messages, no calls, no nothing.

I would like to stay anonymous for certain reasons, but I must confess something. Mrs. Mary Maloney was the one who killed her husband, Mr. Maloney. I am someone she has confessed to and it would be great if you did not tell her that I just said that. You see, I do not want to ruin Mary and I’s friendship, but I felt that I must tell you this. She told me over the telephone this morning to confess. Mary told me how her husband told her that he was cheating on her with another woman and how he was leaving her. She then told me that she went to the freezer to grab the lamb leg and hit him in the back of the head, causing him to fall onto the table and die. Then she told me that she was petrified for her unborn baby’s life and tried to cover up

I said goodbye to Miss Brandy as I took my leave and let me tell you now I am extremely tired. I can’t wait to just get back into my dormitory and sink into a good book. I will worry about eating food later on. I don’t have an appetite at all. I never really do in all honestly. What time is it? I look down at my watch. 11pm. That leaves me with plenty of time until the next lecture at 1pm. Luckily it is with Miss Brandy again. I am terrified to meet the other tutors, what if they don’t like me the same way as Miss Brandy does? I’m sure it will be fine.