Monologue Of Woman

"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

The rain hit the window screen harder and harder with every drop. Well at least, that’s what it sounded like. Or, it could have just been the large amount of heroine I just shot up my arm.

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

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.

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

“Okay, Ruby, tonight I’ll be Miss Ta Rot. I’ll do it for laughs and giggles. Go get me the cards so I can practice and by the way, do I get to keep my tips?”

Katelyn had started off by telling me about how after the last sickness had ended (The weird influenza that the doctors could never figure out what it truly was.) and how the villagers had all gone off and gotten their pitchforks and torches to chase my grandmother out of village after having blamed it all on her. (Figuratively speaking, of course,) Then that was when Harlin, Donnie, Erik, along with the three bitches had all decided that they would be the ones to teach my grandmother a lesson and hopefully end up driving her out of Mount Harrison forever in doing so. Katelyn told me that they had wanted her to help them in their plan, but she had refused saying that what they were planning on doing just wasn’t right.

A few days ago, I was made aware that Ms. Linh Pilkington was let go. From my understanding, she was let go because of her character. I beg to differ. I have been coming to Finishline's Texarkana location since my early teens. I have known Ms. Linh since then and I must say she has been the same since then. She has not only brought me but my family a memorable customer experience. For the most part I only order/buy from Finishline when Ms. Linh is there. It has become a habit.

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This story is about a girl who does not want to reveal her inner self, and tries to change her outer self, so she can be liked by other people. The main character, Camilla tries to change herself from the outer side by trying 42 outfits. In my opinion , I would rather wear clothes I am comfortable in instead of trying to impress others, as beauty lies in the eyes of a beholder(we all have an opinion on what beauty means). Camilla wants to please people because in the story when she got stripes people called out colors and she changed as people wanted her to be. This tells clearly that Camilla wants people to like her in a different way instead of letting people like her the way she is.

"Annabelle, you need to find something better to do than take care of these old skanks" Mrs. Calberg exclaims grabbing my forearm causing me to laugh leaning my head back a bit. "Mrs. Calberg I'm here to take care of you" I point out passing her a rag, she dabs it against her bottom lip handing it back to

For a while, my life was full of fear. I was afraid of not being accepted for who I was. As a result of that, I learned to make myself invisible to unwanted attention. I suppose you could say I would hide amongst the shadows. To my friends, I was one person, but to others, I was the quiet girl just the quiet girl, and I hated it. I wanted to be more than that and to do that I needed to be anyone but me.

A Mother In ManVille "He has no mother, He has no skates. " As soon as those words came out of Miss.Clarks mouth, I felt a stinging pain in my chest that would not go away. I looked at the ground than back up to Miss. Clark, "You must be joking around Clark, Jerry said he had a mother and that she visited him every year.