Nixie Monologue

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

As we started towards home, I introduced the ladies to the MiBs in the car again, expanding on who is who and the role each played. I told the MiBs of Stapleya's role as head mother of the castle as featured in my book, and that both of the other two were her daughters. I introduced the girls to Alex, Matt and Jill and explained their role as cops, a concept difficult to translate into the simple society which they knew.

I choke on laughter at her suggestion. How in hell could she possibly think that I would agree and go with her and Diego the Brazilian bull-dozer that ripped our family apart to live with in fucking Argentina?

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.

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do You’d stop

Dear daybook… It’s Monday, I think who cares. But I have woken up in some hot place sweating like crazy. I think I am alone, but I don’t know. Last I remember is being on a plane with a bunch of other boys. So far all I’ve seen is a beach, palm trees, weird plants, and the sun glaring in my eyes. I start walking around for a while, and then I heard this weird loud noise over and over again. I began to follow it with excitement thinking I wasn’t alone. As I became closer it grew louder, I started to see other boys as well. Questioning if they were on the plane or not. As we all ended up at the same spot and there were to boys standing there saying how their names were Piggy and Ralph and they made a few rules. They also stated they we need

Hunky-dory jaunted, joyfully along the sidewalk as a toe-tapping tune played in her head—‘Life is just a bowl of cherries’.

So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see

I should have warned Cyrus sooner, I should have killed the man who killed Miles before it happened, and I shouldn’t have let the man ever get that close to you.”

Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and how expensive they are. By the outside appearance of Mackie you would think of her as a little, cute, innocent girl, but she is very far from that. She goes on every day about how perfect her life is and never stops bragging. Okay, it's great she has a good life but she doesn't need to talk about it daily to everyone who don’t really care. You may have to get to know her to realize that she is a bragger thought, her physical appearance doesn’t show it as much.

I will ask Tracey, as she has the bigger car, then we can both meet you at the station where Sylvia and I dropped you off last year,as for your brother I am actually looking forward to meeting him, of course Dan as well.

I hate it up here. It stinks and I‘m hot. When will I wake up from this nightmare. Being a wig is unbearable. Trixie does try and treat me well, but you would think she could at least take a shower or wash me. I know she is having a tough time lately. I see her conversations with her boyfriend. He cheated on her with her best friend, Katya. Trixie has been so distant and barely ever leaves her house. I’ve heard the fights she has with Katya over the phone. They are nasty and always end in them screaming and crying. I think they are pretty close to making up. Katya has come over a couple times and apologized. I hope they do, because Trixie is really harsh with the comb when she isn’t in a good mood. We have had some good times, but my favorite

This is the story of Jill and me, Nick. Jill is a 12 year old girl who lives in the United States of America. Jill is an average girl with an A-B grade-point average she has blue eyes and a mix between brown and black hair. You're wondering about me? you'll learn about me later.