Monologue About Lockers

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby

“I don’t know Richard!” his mother yelled, finally fighting back. “I don’t know, but I cannot live with that wretched girl for a day longer!”

Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want

Imagine waking up to your blaring alarm clock and getting up to brush your teeth and eat breakfast. As you get dressed you realize something- it’s Monday morning and you simply cannot go to school because you are too afraid. 120,000 kids across the country feel this way every morning. They are afraid to go to school because they may possibly lose their life to an irresponsible child or teen with a gun. Locker searches can help these thousands of children and teens to feel safe. Clearly, the safety and well being of students in America should be the number one priority when considering policies for locker searches.

I narrow my eyes at her and say, “I'm ignoring that comment,” causing her to giggle.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

There are many bad reasons why we shouldn’t change lockers every year. First, it could be harder to find classes and lockers. If we change lockers every year we might not know where the locker is or where the classes are. Second, you have to keep learning different combinations. For example, my friend remembered her combination from last year and kept putting it in her locker this year. Finally, you would need to know how much time it takes to go to your locker than to class. You would have to hurry to your locker, that might be far away and grab your stuff. In conclusion, there are many reasons and examples why changing lockers every year is a bad

Sally says with a terrified look on her face. “Sally stop screaming,” says Mrs. Chipley. “ Now come on Sally,” says Aunt Sarah with a strict face. Sally has never been to frightened in her life. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Sally,” says Aunt Sarah.

"I'm pretty sure this is sexual harassment" Eddy said muffled by Lee s mouth The comment made all three of them giggle.

I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know it could kill me. One time when I was 8, I was playing with some chapstick. I was putting It on everything when I decided to take a bite out of it. I ended up getting really sick and almost dying.

Good morning/afternoon class. Today I will be performing a monologue. As part of the Beenleigh Quota Club Eisteddfod this year, there is a Literature themed showcase. The aim of this showcase was to give voice to a marginalised or minor character, one whose voice is not heard extensively. The book we had to read was ‘The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and the character I have chosen is Kurt Steiner, who is one of Rudy’s siblings and part of the Steiner family.

“The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.” This quote is the first thing that flashes across the screen as viewers begin their journey into The Hurt Locker, a critically acclaimed war movie written by Mark Boal and directed by Kathryn Bigelow (Hurt). The quote was written by former New York Times war correspondent, Chris Hedges and it perfectly sets the stage for a story that depicts just how potent and addicting war can be (Corliss). The 2008 movie won six Academy Awards including Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, Best Director, and Best Actor in a Leading Role (“Nominees & Winners”). The Hurt Locker is an exceptional movie that contains everything one would expect from an award-winning film:

I wiped off the sweat coating my hands on my pants, forcing a smile whenever a customer entered through the doors. Repeating words I’ve grown to memorize, the customers order while I mechanically jot it down. I smile at them before heading back to give in the order to the cooks. Away from people’s gazes, I sigh loudly, passing my hand through my fading blonde hair.