Mrs Jones Monologue

Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.

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

Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.

Deputy Wells and I responded to a home where a 16 year old girl allegedly cut herself. When we arrived to the scene Deputy Wells’ zone partner was already on location. We entered the home together and came into contact with the kid’s mother who stated that she saw the cuts on her daughter’s wrist and determined that she had been cutting herself with a razor. When we enter the girls’ room, she was being comforted by another teenage girl, who we found out was her close friend. The victim was crying and appeared to be extremely emotional. Deputy Wells made several attempts to find out why she had cut herself. Finally, the girl admitted to cutting herself and stated “I don’t know why I cut myself.” The other teenage girl got up from the bed and

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

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.

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.”

It’s been two months since the incident happened with Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones and I. It’ll be nice if I could find her and thank her for the life lesson she taught me on the night of the incident.

The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.

Once again, Tess is lying in bed being a spoilt brat! Acting like what she is going through is the worst thing in the world, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore, what happened to Fin was just ‘life’, and Daniel has no blame in it. Brendan, Mum and especially Joe think that because Tess and I are sisters, I should be the one to say something, to help her … but what am I supposed to say, that everything is ok, that nobody blames her or Daniel, what happened that night was just a terrible freak ‘accident’. It’s all rubbish, I hate Daniel! My own nephew, for what he did, and of course I blame him, he took my son away from me. As for Tess, she should have done something before his anger problems hurt innocent people. Maybe if she had Fin wouldn’t

Hello, I am Scarlet Williams. Before I begin my wild story, let me further introduce myself. I am from the beautiful city of Boston, Massachusetts, widely known throughout the world. I am an extravagantly rich socialite thanks to my father, the notorious George Williams IV. My family’s name has been prominent in this city for quite some time now. My father’s gorgeous white mansion lies right in the middle of town, for he does enjoy showing off his belongings. The house contains countless stunning rooms; however, the most mesmerizing would definitely be the “White Escape”, the name my father gave to our party room. When a certain light hits the chandelier, the room transforms into an enchanting wonderland, captivating even the most miserable

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

You know I've always felt I needed to live vicariously though others because I didn't like my own life until I met you, then I was to screwed up to know you'd sit yourself and everything in front of me a couple of times. Thinking I’d need to live through others to get to you.

Aunt Betsy said she’d let me stay for awhile but Miss Ivers isn’t too fond of the whole idea. Ma’s in New York and ever since she left I’ve imagined seeing her in the street and running up to her to say how much I miss her. Uncle Jack said he’s got a friend in New York city with the biggest tavern in town. Oh how badly I want to go up there, I just don’t know how I’d get there. Wait. I know! I’ll have to find a way to sneak out and I can just sail up on the jolly boat! I just don’t know when exactly yet and if it’ll even work. I’ve just got to find ma.