Max's Voice Monologue

"Are you okay?" He questioned,his voice was filled with compassion towards me and I smiled from where I lay.

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

It wasn’t enough that at sixteen, Ava’s life had become as gray and bleak and lifeless as a winter tree. But, the day she was bitten by a fox, she knew things could only get worse.

If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy

Amelia's right foot always took the first step, followed by her left. Trees towering over her, a cold breeze blowing through the tree foliage, a gloomy fog sounding her. A defining screech is heard through the relatively soundless forest, Amelia catches a glimpse of bird with feathers black as the darkest night. It glides for branch to branch gradually getting closer. Until it goes in for the final swoop, when it is but a few mere metres away from Amelia, her eyes jolt open and the homily atmosphere of her bedroom fills her senses. It was just a dream, like every night, alas Amelia still couldn't figure out what it meant, but it had to mean something, right?

“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .

to accept it, this is my eternity, i'd stay here forever and ever. I guess this is it, my whole life and it's all wasted. I wonder if I could have done anything different, maybe be kinder, give to the poor, I don't know. I'll never get married or have children.

Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.

Max Heartfield, his mother, Mrs. Alexis Heartfield, and his brother Jason Heartfield live in a nice brick Tudor, on 768 Lakewood Drive in Atlanta, Georgia. Max was a regular nine year old boy. He went to school, had friends, and most of all he had his best friend Oliver Hunter living next door to him. Life couldn’t be better.

As I close my eyes even for the briefest of seconds, I still feel my heart race and adrenaline pulse throughout my body, as my fingers tighten around the throttle of my All-Terrain Vehicle. My eyes focusing on each object in my path as if I were a bird of prey soaring in on its next meal; where puddles of rain, loose rocks, fallen tree limbs, aged stumps now hidden by magnificent ferns of the Pacific Northwest, could maim my escape of reality and the burdens daily life. I am one with my machine racing through the wood line of some primal forest, skirting narrow trails with sheer vertical drops that would frighten most pedestrians; it is here on my machine, wearing protective garments, my helmet in hand pretending as if I were a gladiator entering an ancient

I mind as well stay in this damn jail for the rest of my days. Things just aren’t the same anymore. So what if I lost my temper and was about to go ape shit on the rest of my crew? All’s I wanted to was get back at sonic and those damn freedom fighters and now here I am, barely feeling like myself let alone an anti-sonic in jail without any of my other team mates.

Maxie came into our lives November 20th, 2013. My sister found her on the side of the road. My dad told us that we couldn’t keep her because we already had too many dogs. We put up signs and uploaded posts on facebook asking if she was anyone’s dog. No one claimed her and she began to grow on everyone. Before long, she was a part of our family. We all loved her and couldn’t imagine our household without her. She was this little blessing that found her way into our house and I will forever be thankful to whoever’s dog she was, for allowing us have two years of joy with her.

The character I chose to be if I had the opportunity to be a role in this play would be Tom Wingfield. The reason I chose this character was because when reading the play, I related and connected with his character the most and what I have gone through in my life personally. His desire for adventure and wanting to know more than what his life is at the very moment was a huge part of my life growing up. Like him I felt trapped and depressed in what my day to day life was and wanted so badly a way out. Also, how he constantly focused on the core thought of wanting to reach the desire of getting out of town.

My mother pulled me aside. “Emily you need to calm your siblings down if we cause