Miss Brandy Monologue

I’ll be a balmy summer’s morning and you’ll ride at a comfortable pace down rowdy sidewalk of flinders’ lane. Your thoughts will skim briefly over the funny conversation from the previous night, before settling with quiet satisfaction over the forlorn gurgles of your empty stomach. Pleasant chimes will become audible as your iPhone vibrates, and when your heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach, somewhere, you’ll know. Call it what you like, we think its fear, but it’s chemical. It’s the imbalances in the brain, fluctuations in the level of cortisol and serotonin that stimulate your senses and rev up the volume of those voices inside your head; those uncalled for whispers that tell you you can’t; no Jeanie, you shouldn’t, it’s not worth it in its cautious, menacing little voice.

The orchestra tunes their instruments as I sit in the back of the auditorium, fiddling with my Thoroughly Modern Millie playbill. A friend of a friend, Jolie, is sat next to me as we wait for our mutual friend to join us. Though we sat in silence, it was comfortable. Our friend, Kyra, joins us as the lights begin to dim. Before we are left in the dark, Kyra throws me a knowing smile as if she knows exactly how these next two hours will impact the rest of my life. I smile back though and turn my attention to the stage.

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.

My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.

Dear Whitney, sorry i have not been able to get ahold of you sooner, but you will not believe where i am and what i have done. It's a long and confusing story so bear with me. Feel free to write back, i look forward to any letters from you.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

I would like to thank for coming and visiting our AVID class. To go up and become a Miss San Joaquin is just really mind-bogglingly crazy! I have so much respect to you. I wouldn’t have the guts just to do any of the things that you’ve mentioned in class. I really admire you for that. To have the guts of steel to do something that might not even work out is just crazy. I also have lots of gratitude for you coming and seeing us even though you were scared to speak in front of us.

I grew up dancing and tumbling at Judy Murtaugh dance studio. I was consistently surrounded by bethettes at a young age. Growing up, my passion for dance grew, and so did my dream of being a bethette. My dance teachers always encouraged me to tryout once I was old enough. My first year of bethettes has been the best time of my life, although it was also one of the hardest. During this past season, I lost my mother. Everything in my life seemed completely chaotic, except for bethettes. Bethettes was the one thing I still had that made me genuinely happy and helped me through this difficult time. The girls were so supportive and the squad leaders were so inspirational. All of the squad leaders called me and came to the funeral. They constantly

Throughout the years my siblings and I have been in many different performances, whether for dance, tumbling, or acting. Now, with all these performances there have been at least a few mishaps. One particular incident I remember quite well happened when I was playing the role of Jo March in the play Little Women.

The blood freezes in her vains. Her whole body freezes in shock as she could feel the barrel of a pistol against the back of her head. Hearing at the same time that significant sing-song voice. She holds her breath, it feels like her heart stops beating. The disbelieve and shock in her mistress´ eyes and the fear on the face of her son are making it even worse.

Hello Juliet, It’s Lisa I need your help. I am currently a hot mess. I need your ways, how do you get the men chasing after you? I heard over there in Verona you got 2 men chasing after you. Don't worry the word isn't around the Romeo and you are up to something, Lady nurse just told me over letter. But anyways what do you do? Currently I am in Kansas and I am a English teacher with two kids and I have to grade about 2000 papers of tests. I think after school is over I want to go vacation over there in Verona to see if I find myself some men. Any suggestions?

I keep pretty quiet when it comes to Alba, Brandyn and Dave’s biological relationship. I try not to get involved and tend to bite my tongue when I see you, time and time again, over stepping your boundaries as a step parent, but this has nothing to do with their relationship.

Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.