Narrative Speech Monologue

I nod and mumble, “Thanks,” and maneuver the car out of her driveway. I drive to the house she pointed at, and park. Before I can unhook my seatbelt, Malcolm opens the front door and runs towards me.

     I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey’s house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families’ have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don’t see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together,

"So Seavey how did it go?" She said while staring then taking a sip of tea from her thick and vibrant tumbler before she interrupted my next words, "Oh and honey I do have to apologize for leaving you here I know you might not have wanted me in the room but I did want to stay the sitting area in the front. They have so many nice treats up there but... they called me into work and you know how hard it is for me on weekdays." she continued on and began to ramble which actually made me kind of glad. It gave me a little more time to wrap my head around what just happened in that closed welcoming but also terrifying room with one person that has a degree on getting you to spill your heart and soul into a conversation while they sit there and take notes on your traumatic life and judge every decision you make from the moment you

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

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.

Everybody but those freshman had showed up at my party, it stated nearly half an hour ago. I was a little disappointed, a freshmen getting the opportunity and totally letting me down. I was actually humiliated, this couldn’t be any more real. They must not have known who I am because if they did, they would’ve been here an hour before the party started. Before I was done ranting, I saw Ray out of the corner of my eye. He was speaking with three, rather petite girls. I lit up in flames, “Why was he talking to other girls?” I thought. I zoomed over to him and shoved right through the girls.

We said goodbye to Scarlett and we said we’ll visit from time to time from tell her on how we’re doing. She gave me a her butterscotch-cinnamon pie in case we get hungry. She said she baked two. I said thank you and I took it and put it in my

We sat down, took off our coats, and began to look over the menu. I didn’t know what to order, everything seemed so delicious. Our waitress came to our

I walked down the street with my hands down my pockets of my black, ripped jeans. As I exhale, my hot breath formed a faint fog in the cold weather as if I was smoking. My skin was as cold as the winter wind blows that I can feel it to my bones. But I ignore the feeling.

“What are you all waiting for?” asks a woman passing by. “There’s a Demi Lovato concert tonight,” someone replies. The woman smiles, wishes us a good time and continues on her way, likely to lunch, as it is one o’clock in the afternoon.

While we ate our tasty breakfast we talk about our plans for the day: my mother, father, and brothers were going to my grandma’s house, but I was going one last time to the pleasing aroma café my favorite coffee shop and at night I was going to a party organized by my friend to say goodbye and see them all together one last

As I climbed in the car, I sat next to my cousin Blair, Nanny Lisa’s daughter. She knew Dustin better than any of us in the car. They lived next door to each other for five years and were boyfriend and girlfriend for two of those years. Blair said nothing to me. Her dark green eyes were filled with tears and all I could say was “Don’t worry Blair, its all going to be ok. When Dustin gets out of the hospital, you should give him a big kiss.” That brought a smile to her face.

I handed the empty coffee cup to Stephanie to fill it up, and then walked to counter where we keep the donuts as