Mise En Scene 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.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

The other Wes Moore written by Wes Moore is about two completely different life stories that have completely different outcomes. Two young men with the same name, lived in the same neighborhood, yet they chose two different paths to walk through life. The author chose going to school and getting an education. The other Wes Moore chose the path of drugs and alcohol. Each Wes had events that help shape the path they would walk on through life.

“I was aboard a plane the same night for the Lackland Air Force Base outside San Antonio.”

I need some advice about my family situations and how I can deal with the problem that i have about loving who. I love 2 people but I don’t know which one is better for me. Their names are jamarcus, he's a montague and Isaac, he is Capulet. My Nurse, well you see I don’t want her to know about these boys because I’m afraid that she will spread rumors to everyone in this town.

I was still up when my mother got home late that night. “Mom? Can we talk?” I asked.

Carmen Fuchsiello, a regular high school girl. One who gets all the boys, and is popular to everyone in school. Every morning, people would stare at her in awe, as she walked down the halls with her entourage right behind her on either side. There, by her locker, was her crush, Camden, waiting for her with every color rose in his hand, and my favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer, serenading me behind him. He also held a sign saying Camden and Carmen Forever with a heart at the end. The two names went together perfectly, almost like they were meant to--

“I’m sorry, Chuck.” Veronica said. “I didn’t want to tell you this because of your father, but he’s dead now. I’m in love with your uncle Jack and I signed the hotel to him but you can get it back. I hope you will forgive me.

John was quiet for the rest of the night he knew that every time he would try to talk we would just shut him up by calling him dumb. We walked in the door, to see that everyone was leaving. I knew that I was probably going to embarrass myself. Daniel, Emmanuel and John said good byes to Daniel’s relatives. I was making a huge effort to not make eye contact with anyone else by pretending to be interested with a commercial on the T.V. Unexpectedly I was tapped on the shoulder by Daniel's Aunt.

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

“What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not

Contrary to the litany of expectations that he had been disciplined to embrace and practice since his earliest years, Daphne was responsible for the abrupt change for the eldest son of Hedrick and Mathilda Formonsus. The boy was raised to expect nothing out of life but solitary achievement, power, and wealth and was more than surprised by the joy he felt after meeting Daphne, his next-door neighbour, a girl he was forbidden to have dealings of any kind, even neighbourly courtesies. He was not allowed to express the lowliest of pleasantries to any human being because his father believed it would mar his character by making him think that there were other people who were as good as the Formonsus family. The truth is that the Formonsus family

The time was early in the summer. I felt like I had been waiting for eight long months and finally the day, it was a Friday afternoon, when Sariah and I met Emmie and Pepper.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

“Coming” she said with her upbeat voice. “Oh, Mary what are you doing here?” she said confused. “Have you been sleeping with my husband?” I say practically screaming. At this point there is no calming me down. “Mary, before you say anything, it wasn’t my fault it was yours.” she said and god it made me madder. “Are you saying that my husband cheating on me is my fault!” I said while everything in the room is becoming blurry. “Well, it wasn’t my fault he wasn’t getting the attention he needed.” she said. I had nothing else to say, I was done with talking. I grabbed the closest thing to me and it turned out to be a gun. POW! Went the gun. Red liquid was everywhere and any minute now there will be a cop here. I was about to leave until I seen my green truck pull up in the driveway. JOHN. He ran up to the door and began to band on the door. “Holly, Mary has gone crazy and I hit her. God I love her so much I can’t loose her.” he says. I open the door, but hide behind the door. “Oh my god! Holly, I am so sorry.” he says out loud. He leans down crying and kisses her on her lips wiping the blood all over her face. Before I knew it I heard another POW! “ Mam, come out or we will