Red Girl Monologue

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

Great, no one said she couldn't but her being traumatized still makes no sense if she's not traumatized by all the other shit.

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

Paula topless with brightly colored tits is quite a sight, her nipples hard and standing straight out and egg coloring dripping down her chest to her shorts.

With the blood gushing out of the pores of my flesh, the unbearable pain I had to endure was all caused by the gruesomely, repulsive Red Death. I was left alone in solitaire because of the potent, pungent odor that can only be described as garbage left to ferment in high heat for an extended period of time, pressured away were those that “vowed” to “stay by my side in sickness and in health.” I was left alone dead.

What a wonderful day it is as i get a good whiff of the beautiful crisp air. No traffic. No injuries and especially no Red Chief. As i mince down to the summit market right up the street from my house. I hear a loud Bang and an atrocious laugh that sounded like it came from a little menace. I trimmed around the corner and as i stand there like a deer in headlights i see that little menace Red Chief staring back. At me. As i stand there and repute why did my day have to go wrong. As I zip back home to tell my wife the story we pack our bags and fly to dubai. As we settle into our new house my wife ask me “honey did you ever get that orange juice? “ “we can get as much orange juice now we don’t have to worry about red chief.” As i reply. Haaaaaaa

Sadness, desperation, and the thought of failure plagued my brain as I went into my second day of Sophomore year in high school. I had grown to dislike school a lot as it felt like all the fun I used to have was slowing diminishing into nothing. As I walked to my next class, I looked down to make sure I had the right room number. I did, it was time for English which I was not looking forward to. But, to my surprise, this English class would change everything

Oh, how I wanted to say they knew about me being the only girl who had ever won the honor when I had asked each and every last one of them to come. What I got was them telling me it wasn't something important like receiving first place in a beauty pageant or cheering on her school's team. Let’s not forget the celebration they had decided to have on the same night because her little sister Celia came home and told them she had a date with the starting quarterback and captain of the junior varsity football team. I can see now that my mother would soon try to blame me for them not showing up to a place where she could’ve shown off my sisters to important people, especially a movie director.

“Say again, Control. Should I cut the red or the blue wire?” I wait, cutters poised in mid-air above both. Status reports scroll through my eyeline, but I ignore them. Every previous time I’ve dealt with an Improvised Explosive Device of this design, I’ve cut the red wire.

There's a part in the song where it goes all soft and the gesture I make, I had planned, goes more than perfect, when I hear the audience— for the first time— gasping in what? Surprise? Approval? I try very hard to hide the smile that threatens to manifest from my slightly parted lips.

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.

I hope every one has been enjoying their summer! Don’t worry, even though you are getting a letter from you’re teacher, its not time for school to start back yet. I just wanted to reach out to you and say Hi!

Still sitting on my bathroom floor with a small smile and tears stained to my face. That smile didn 't last for long. I soon felt the tears begin to fall again as I thought back to the summer before ninth grade. That summer Edwin and I got very close, we talked everyday, all day. It was not an hour that went by that we weren 't talking. When the summer ended and ninth grade began we all drifted apart from seeing that they were still in eighth grade and I didn 't have the transportation to see them. By the time they started