Melba Monologue

Okay, hi I guess. My name is Nicole, the school's "Queen Bee". Or *insert b word* I really hate my past, not my present... I changed. Anyway, it's time to tell you my story. The story of my life. The story I was lost in. Its not my fault, Because its loves fault. The story that ruined my life. The story which found my love. The story that ended with a smile, a full heart. A loving man. So listen up, because here I

In Warriors Don't Cry, Melba Patillo Beals presents the idea that both religion and bravery are necessary character traits in her fight for freedom and equality. In Warriors Don't Cry, Melba Patillo Beals presents the idea that religion gives strength to those who need it to persevere through rough times. When faced with an issue, Grandma India reminds Melba that her issues "can be washed away with a prayer and a smile" (164) and to "feel God's love for us, even in the face of those who spewed so much hatred our way" (162) and when she is faced with a situation to remember "'God's speaking. You're merely the instrument he chooses at this time.

Your Dad will always be the best D.J. I don’t think you realize how talented you dad is. Gabi, if you need anything I will be here for, if you need anything I will help. I remember at the cast and crew party your dad started a dance competition , and he jumped in and did the worm, I started laughing my head off. Another memory was at the Mom Prom. He played a very popular song, Hit the quan, and he didn’t know how to do it do I taught him how to do it. He loved the dance. The last memory I had of your dad was at Field Day last year. He turned on the annual Chicken dance, and I did it with him it was do fun. Gabi, you and your family will always be in my family’s prayers. If you need any help with anything, I will be there. You have always

-Oy, you fucking asshole bitching guy sitting over there, you don't have permission to sit next to my baby! - Said Johnny.

I pray this letter has reached you safely, else I would be unable to explain my grim fate to you. However, it is likely you know the precise events which followed our brief encounter as you greatly influenced what happened henceforth. Nonetheless, I will continue to tell the tale of my woes in case you have overlooked something. Let me begin by introducing myself: I am Roger Mubin, the little boy who you lured into your home after he had attempted to mug you. If you have forgotten this name, know I have never forgotten yours, Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. That name is forever ingrained in my mind, as if you have taken a knife and carved it in my brain. I apologize for my harsh tone, yet I am sure you understand as I have been rotting

Remember when your parents told you: it was time to grow up and sleep alone? You liked the thought of growing up to a big boy or big girl, but you were unsure about sleeping in your own bed at night And when you hand a nightmare, or you heard something creeping up the stairs at midnight you got frightened, and when to your parents room and briefly told them what occurred. This same thing happen in Lord of the Flies, except there were no grownups to flee to when there was a conflict and they got

Four years and three schools later, and I’m still standing. Thank You to my wonderful parents, for putting up with me. Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. Ma, I know you’ve been to hell and back with me, but MAMA I FINALLY MADE IT! Thank You to my amazing sister, you’ve been my rock this whole time. I know I don’t tell you enough, but thank you so much. To my un-biological sister, Jamie, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for putting up with me for 12 years, I love you so much Jwoww. Shoutout to my Holy Cross sisters. You taught me to live every day with Courage, Compassion, and Scholarship. Long live Lide English 1, always remember Thea Kreis, and Ouellete Advisory

A girl stood in her room that day, it was the day of her friends birthday, not hers. What will be the name of this girl?

“Hey Page, I’m going to need a caramel macchiato, sugar-free chocolate syrup, extra shot of foam, light ice, no whip, and exactly one hundred-twenty degrees fahrenheit. Oh and don’t forget decaf.”

“I’m going to find him. By God I will find that son of a bitch who killed my wife.” I looked at my watch. 7:30 A.M. I just couldn’t believe it. Michaelis has been keeping me company in the room upstairs from the garage. Michaelis was a good man. Always was. Never had any problems with him for however long we new each other. He was just annoying, trying to hard to make sure I had “company”. It was pathetic. I wanted silence. Silence to figure out how I was going to kill the man that killed my wife. Why can’t he just understand that I want space? It’s pointless, all these people trying to help. What are they going to help? Nothing.

Hearing the sound of the one I love's laugh brings me the joy in the day today I need. Knowing he is happy makes my happy. I don't show my feelings, but Midoriya knows what I'm feeling. Show I don't have to show them.

Her name is Ellie. She is seventeen years old and is very normal. She fits right into the crowd and unnoticed. She finds it very interesting to see other people and observe their daily routines and pattern. Some people find it strange, but it gives her an insight into the word called “life.” Her parents always go around pestering her to be more open and talk to people, but it is not like they make it simple for her. It has gotten to the point that each question asked would fly through Ellie’s ear, not even bothering to understand them. “How was your day today? Why can’t you just talk to us like your brothers and sister? You don’t see your siblings hide their thoughts do you? Let someone in!”

“Don’t talk to the stars, but let them talk to you” We found this written on a piece of paper together with Mike’s full name and the company address, she kept in her brown bag. There was no explanation. We didn’t know why this lady came to find Mike, but clearly, she had a reason. I hate winter, but a huge part of me preferred to live in an ice cube for the past year and I ignored the lightest touch of a sunbeam, which traveled from far to melt down the cruel water diamonds surrounding my heart.

Your name is Ethan Faber. You live in London, England with your wife Marcie. Marcie's career is being a nanny for a little girl named Eveline. Marcie told you Eveline is "unique and special" in her own ways. She is shy and has trouble making friends and she scares a lot of people. She talks to herself or what Eveline calls her only friend, and is portrayed as a creepy little girl to everyone. Marcie knew that she would be gone for months, so, every night, Marcie video calls you telling you how her day was and to tell you Goodnight. One night you went to video chat with your wife, but no answer. “Huh, that's odd, maybe she's just busy”. You call her again an hour or so later, no answer. You then decide to check your email to see if she messaged you. “New Message” read the inbox. It's from Marcie. The subject is “let's play a game”. You

‘I must do this act merely for the sake of Medea and my two sons, they are who I must do this for,’ Jason whispers to himself whilst sitting at the edge of his bed. The sheets of the bed begin to rustle, ‘what are you doing my dear husband, come now return to bed,’ Medea utters softly from beneath the white cotton sheets. Jason stands up from the bed and walk towards Medea’s sleeping frame,