Ramon Monologue

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 kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

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.

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

There are many people who inspire me, but one sticks out more than others. His name? El Gato, but he wasn’t always a cat. Oh no, he used to be La Ciqüeña - the Stork. The transformation from a tall, scrawny boy to a six foot, muscular man is all because of hard work, effort, and determination.

After battling with death, Rosey opens her eyes and started breathing heavily. In her mind death became a myth. Rosey looks at everyone, but couldn’t hear anything all she heard was a baby crying and a yell of Bruce’s voice “How could you be pregnant,” “Athena is the only one that be carrying my child, "said Bruce. Everyone looked outside and notices it's already getting dark. Everyone grabs their things and heads home, Athena and Susie stay back in their apartment and look at each other. They both go upstairs and go to their bedrooms. Beep-beep a sound of an alarm goes off in Susie’s head “The next day already” said Susie. Suzie whispers to herself and says “What happened yesterday?’’The next day after Susie had her little accident, the girls were at school. Lauren yells "What does your schedule look like India?” "I have AP Macro, AP Lit, Calculus & Yearbook." says India As they were comparing classes a short nerdy girl ran into India making India break a nail. "Omg I'm so sorry" says the girl "You gone pay for this bitch!" India shouts. "Don't start mess with her India "said Lauren. "You don't want her to tell her dad the principal that we should get ten days do you,"said Lauren. India looks at the needy girl

Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again

The guilt only seeped through the cracks when he least expected it, and no place was safe. Not the stillness of the forest, not in Leona's voice or Logan's. Wherever he was, it was too, waiting for a split second of vulnerability to bury its fangs within, Benson was a tiny white mouse in a glass tank with a Burmese python who hadn't eaten in months. There was no escape, no matter how many times he cracked his skull against the glass, it wouldn't break. He was too weak.

: Yeah, that one. Well, instead of its current miserable condition, I’m more curious about the culprit. I don’t want to say it, but Dino said he saw you in my room at that time and the moment you left, the Batman figure was lying there, already broken.

A couple of bandits gets the drop on kitche together with the lieutenant. The goldfields' are in their dray and to the pairs alarm, eventually exhibit themselves to the highwaymen. They are now all held at gunpoint. Padre has been absent on one of his recurrent roams, returning to see what is transpiring from an unseen remoteness.... He sneaks up on one of the bandits and draws his revolver on him, beseeching to allow these honest people be, and get on their way...

“Come on kids, it’s time for a trip” I say. I walk silently ahead of my young son and daughter. I can hear Jorge kicking pebbles off of the path. My young daughter and son follow patiently behind me, unaware of the certain doom that awaits them. I don’t want to do it you see, but I know that I must. “I do this for love. Because of Roberto.” I remind myself. Quite a few years back Roberto, my husband, was cursed. He was serving in Nuevo Leon, in the Spanish Inquisition and had arrived at a witch woman’s house to arrest her when she placed a curse on him, a curse that would forever change our lives. Roberto was cursed to live forever and to be young, though he did not see it as a curse. I was not cursed and so I have continued to age, which

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Nervous, yes so dreadfully nervous I have been sitting here buying my time to get out of this corroding, treacherous, and monstrous hell of a cell that i have called home for too many a night. But first let's start at the beginning shall I.

As you gaze upon the starry night, you recall what you once called home. The South was your home until your father drove you out. Although the streets molded you into who you are, your subconscious refuses to modernize. As you dwell upon these thoughts, Bono shakes you into reality. He hands you a can of beer and tunes the radio to the World Series. “It is Friday night, payday, and the one night of the week … [you] engage in a ritual of talk and drink.” (1)

I wish Joey would fight for me...if he loves me, he will fight for me, right? No...Joey will never fight for me or make the marriage work. In his heart, he believes that our marriage is over when our baby died...he is the most stubborn man I had ever met. Instead of saying that we are too incompatible, and if our baby survives...why can't he and I just forget the damn past and make the marriage work? Why can't he and I try again for another baby? Why must he makes it so damn hard for the both of us? Why is he so damned stubborn? Why?! Damn...I will never understand and I don't want to...maybe I should just move on and find someone who truly value me and never give up on me like he did...