Miguel Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Getting to know Sydney made me realize a lot more about life. Going into college I felt agitated because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life, and maybe moving here was a mistake, but Sydney reassured me. Although tomorrow is a mystery, we need to have faith that it’ll bring us exactly what we need. Her story of having a youth full of uncertainty and now having a life of complete sense has given me hope that I will be okay, and to just enjoy today and it’s opportunities.

When Rio sits on the edge of the tub, it scares the life out of him. He hadn't heard the door open, or her footsteps in the hall, or seen her come into the bathroom. She used the spare key he gave her. So here she is, in a sweater and pajama pants, her hair all over the place from sleep. He wants to ask why she's here, but he can't seem to find the words. He stares instead.

Part 1: The hero's name is Antonio Brown. He is a football maniac. He can catch passes with one hand, and he doesn't even need to look. He is a bit of a sore loser, though. He can dish it, but he can't take it. He wears a black shirt, with a pair of yellow pants. Him and the villain did not meet until early 2011. But, boy, they sure do really hate each other.

Reporter stated the following: He (Brycion) is the victim. He was asleep in the bed and woke up. He (Ben) was hunting him. He said he found me and took a whole of my man part. The mother got involved because she told Ben to leave. He did not say if the mom called the police because Ben left. This happened last night. He told Dr. Brumfield this morning he had to tell her something. He was then brought into my office. When we questioned him he said Ben drives a vehicle. He said Ben stays at home and is not in school. We have not called the mom because she will come at 9 for IEP meeting. We will talk to the mom at the meeting. If the mom does not show up for the meeting we will call her. It sounded like this is the first time this has happened.

How long have I been here? How long since I gave up my pride to grovel at the feet of ---?

Summer days are not supposed to be gray and gloomy. They are not supposed to made for the mourning of the dead. They are meant for happiness and bright white smiles, short blond hair blowing in the wind and the same time as long brown hair with flowers threaded through like stars in the sky. They are meant to be long and warm with the feeling of love in the air. Not to be marred with the thoughts of death. They are supposed to be innocent and free, not locked in a tomb, but how else was a summer day supposed to go without the puzzle piece of love in the box?

That voice rang with anger. Ah shit, I pissed him off again, didn't I? Talk about working for a guy who's hard to please. Oh no. I'm such a terrible narrator. You must be asking three questions. Who am I talking about? Who am I? Why am I reading to this? First off, you chose to. Second, I'm talking about Nevada Ramirez, Dominican-American drug lord extraordinaire. I hope that doesn't ring with sarcasm. And your narrator that you are stuck with has a name too. Harold Lockhart but I prefer Harry, however, my undercover name was Benjamin “Benji” Waterhouse. Now we're all caught up back up to the present.

The house had an unusual smell to it that Bryan couldn’t quite his finger on it. Miguel had never minded any of the people in the village had always believed the story ever since they were a young child, but there showed no evidence of this so called “Witch”. old lady on the corner of Babylan St. because he always knew it was just a folktale,so they wouldn’t go into a stranger 's house.

My Dad Enrique has been in music for as long as I can remember. In my family no one played until recently my brother started to play guitar. I only had interest in music when I was little and in middle school I was in the school choir for 3 years but I decided to not continue singing in high school. My dad started playing when he was little at first hid family didn't have money to buy a guitar so his dad cut wood into the shape of one and the guitar pegs were nails. Later on his dad gave him a cheap guitar and a guitar book with Julio Iglesias songs. He was inspired my many singers/musicians like Silvio Rodriguez, Pablo Minales, Maria Dolores Pradera and many more. When he came to the US he had the opportunity to vent out his feelings of wanting

Jamal woke up in a dark, dirty, damp place. He was in a room with another unconscious or perhaps sleeping man. Suddenly a light turned on and two men in suits stood the entrance of the room. One pointed at Jamal and said, “The kingpin wishes to see you.” They left the room and Jamal followed. They entered a hallway filled with similar rooms, not a trace of sunlight in the whole building. Then they entered a massive room with hundreds of miserable people doing slave like work. They were manufacturing illegal narcotics and it appeared to be against their will. He kept following the two suited men until they reached a massive, decorated door which they opened. In the room was a throne made of dollar bills and a tall, muscular man rested upon it.

“Around four o’clock today,” explained Fernando “that is when Isabella called me telling me that Miguel went missing.”

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

Parents, or at least mine, are powerful drug lords who put Pablo Escobar to shame, and children like me are their loyal addicts. They craft a super cocaine called encouragement, and I lived for the stuff. Later, anyone’s, admittedly less potent, praise could hook me, and so I grew, inebriated and arrogant. After all, only a great person could do the great things I was told I did, or so I thought.

Everything you have could evaporate only becoming a memory within seconds. In the end it is not the end result that has importance, but the adventure that got you there. Santiago’s adventure involves an insane, heart thrilling story. The old man and the sea teaches you purely about life, the struggles, love, and most importantly the value of a true adventure.