Natasha's Monologue

I’m holding my beautiful wife in my arms on the living room floor, I’m running my hand across

I don’t agree with Leo’s choice because he only just made the problem even more difficult for Stargirl and himself. During the shunning and after his visit with Archie there were times where Leo would avoid Stargirl and also he wishes that they could be more like them or they could be more like Stargirl. He doesn’t really do anything to fix the shunning. The only thing he did was change Stargirl into Susan, but it seems like it was more for Leo not for Stargirl. He seem to love Susan more than Stargirl because she finally more like them. Like the rest of Mika students.

I’ll be a balmy summer’s morning and you’ll ride at a comfortable pace down rowdy sidewalk of flinders’ lane. Your thoughts will skim briefly over the funny conversation from the previous night, before settling with quiet satisfaction over the forlorn gurgles of your empty stomach. Pleasant chimes will become audible as your iPhone vibrates, and when your heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach, somewhere, you’ll know. Call it what you like, we think its fear, but it’s chemical. It’s the imbalances in the brain, fluctuations in the level of cortisol and serotonin that stimulate your senses and rev up the volume of those voices inside your head; those uncalled for whispers that tell you you can’t; no Jeanie, you shouldn’t, it’s not worth it in its cautious, menacing little voice.

I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was

It wasn’t enough that at sixteen, Ava’s life had become as gray and bleak and lifeless as a winter tree. But, the day she was bitten by a fox, she knew things could only get worse.

“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.

I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.

On a quiet day, long ago, a young girl sat in the field where her father worked. Bianca’s hair was long, dark, and coarse complementing her caramel skin. She sat, eyes closed, taking in the warm June day. The corn, the air and the soft songs that the workers sang in the fields made Bianca smile. “Bianca! cariño! It is time to go Bianca! Andale! ” yells her father from across the fields. She rises to her feet, brushes the red, clay dust off of her shawl, and begins to walk home. She walks hand in hand with her father as the sunset in Veracruz, Mexico sets. As they approach their humble home, the smell of enchiladas and frijoles wash over them. The savory aroma entrances Bianca and her father and as if it were planned a faint “Mmmmmmmm” slips between both of their lips under their breath.

My skin was scrubbed raw. Madame bathed, washed me and then scrubbed me over and over again. Every time she would dump the bucket of water over me, and the soap would recede she would frown, and grab the loofah and resume attacking the grime and dirt that latched to my skin. She kept scrubbing and scrubbing until finally she realized that the dirt wouldn't come out with mere water and her undying resolve

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

Zoey’s last words resonated in Rheem’s head; she did have a valid point. Esto loved the ground Zoey walked on and he wouldn’t just leave her without a word, and even if he did he would have at least left Mike to wait for her. Instantly he got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach; he didn’t fear for his boy but he was concerned as to what had been so important for him walk off without saying anything to him or Zoey. And the fact that he wasn’t back by now, told him that Esto may be in the process of fucking some shit up.

A girl stood in her room that day, it was the day of her friends birthday, not hers. What will be the name of this girl?

When Lauren Bates spent the night alone in her tidy home that Thursday evening, she would’ve never thought she’d come to aid a girl who had witnessed her own parents’ murder.

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.

Angrily, I gathered my clothes and the rest of my belongings, then headed to the car. As I strode into the cove of trees, I suddenly heard a voice.