Mr Torres Monologue

As I was about to walk in the barber shop, I suddenly remembered what my Lieutenant had to say to me, “don’t go in the shop, he’ll kill you, he’s a rebel”. While these interpretations have a chance of being valid, I continue to believe that killing isn’t an easy task due to the repercussions that come along with it. When I entered the barber shop, I could see an individual who was tall and was carrying a muscular build. At this point of time, the barber had not yet noticed me, so I took a few steps and made sure I was visible in his peripheral vision. Eventually, I was noticed and a few seconds later, conversation was initiated on how my beard is four days late a shave. After several minutes of discussion, I was indeed ready for my face to become hairless. He sat me down in his

When Marston decided to drink, he took his glass and gulped it whole and immediately fell down and died.

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.

I peeped my head out out from the cloth like a curious meerkat, then scooted out from under the table. I grinned inward and glanced at my laced up boots. If I was in heels I would not have been able to do that.

I stood next to him dead alive, that’s how I felt. On that day I told Jose my ex, that his daughter was burning up in heat and I did not have medicine for her. I was always beat up and never had a telephone, so I left to look for medicine, but that was a lie, I just wanted to escape so he wouldn’t kill me. His brother went with me to get the medicine.

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.

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.

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

Standing in front of his TV, sipping his morning coffee, Andrew Barnes coughed, grabbing his throat and dropped the cup on the floor. When the announcer spoke, “We are going live to the scene of the brutal murder of the couple in Jackson, Heights.”

“Thank you. As hard I’ve worked, I doubt there are many young ladies around to hoodwink me. I can see one now, saying to me, “Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable? Even if one would rub my nose in her pussy, I doubt I’ll take the bait.

The story of Ben and Juan It was 1939 when it all happened. German troops came in and invaded Poland. All the Jews were captured by the German troops. Me and Ben were only 18 when it happened.

Agatha Christie's riveting novel, And Then There Were None, is one that has suspense all the way to the very end. Eight strangers are invited to Indian Island, off the English coast. Their names are Dr. Armstrong, Vera Claythorne, Philip Lombard, William Blore, Emily Brent, General Macarthur, Tony Marston, and Judge Wargrave. All think they are meeting someone different for different reasons. When they arrive on the island though, they are greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, who are servants for the host; the host is someone with the name Mr. Owen. The group is told that Mr. Owen will not arrive until the next day. That evening that they arrive there is a recording played at dinner that accuses each one of them of committing murder. While discussing this, they come to realize that no one actually knows who “Mr. Owen” is.

So, if you saw, I changed my mind about the Sebastian x Reader thing. It's going to be all boy characters (excluding Ciel and Alois, they are gonna be for Luna which I am also going to share her POV as I said in the last chapter. :D