Sadie Mcfae Monologue

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.

Maggie realized that if she had said no words or have not thought any thoughts, maybe she would forget how to speak too.

“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.

“What do you think you are doing, Sarah? How could you do something like that! I ought to call Grandfather! No, your mother. How could you?”

Sarah-Alice was in the football field as she smiled happy to be back at Long Beach High after a long summer knowing how that right now this is a new year to start. She then saw the cheerleaders for the first time only to then say,"Alright I need you girls to start doing five laps and then some stretches so we can practice some routines before our Football team comes." She then saw her team start to do her laps while she took her coat only to then show her workout outfit since it was now eighty degrees out. Sarah-Alice then smiled as she ran with her team only to do some stretches until the girls were staring at the team. She then had her eyes caught on one certain god in human form. She knew on the back of his shirt said Winchester so she knew

Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.

-Oy, you fucking asshole bitching guy sitting over there, you don't have permission to sit next to my baby! - Said Johnny.

“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,

“Okay, Ruby, tonight I’ll be Miss Ta Rot. I’ll do it for laughs and giggles. Go get me the cards so I can practice and by the way, do I get to keep my tips?”

Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.

“It’s too late, you should have thought about changing the last time you didn’t follow the rules and I threatened to kick you out” Mom says avoiding eye contact with Peyton.

I'll never forget the day I began to suspect that their was an advantage to being a white Anglo-Saxon Protestant.

I stood still screaming, panicking in the dimly lit room while the baby of whom I was unconditionally devoted to vibrated unsteadily. Then a light hand gently squeezed the top of my shoulder hand did not have a voice, however it explained my pain would soon be relieved. Her shaking had ceased and the once distressed infant looked peaceful as her clear inexperienced blue eyes shut tightly. Hearing sharp murmurs from behind, I swiveled 180 degrees and murmurs slowly disintegrated into the frothy air, resulting in a women with mousey brown hair and a warm maternal face to start moving towards me as if she had precisely planned each step. The freckles on her flushed face mingled with one another while she spoke, asking if I’d remember to take my

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and