Saturday Night Fever Monologue

•Bruno sees a boy on other side of the fence. He's sitting cross-legged on the ground, has grey looking skin, and wears striped pajamas and a Star of David arm patch.

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.

It’s been going on for weeks, already over 400 kids have been infected. The floors and wall are a mess, the janitors can barely keep up with them. It’s spitballs galore. There has never been an outbreak like this at Campbell. We’ve only ever heard of these happening.

Drummer Alex makes the most noise onstage and is the quietest offstage. He’s tried to be perfect—married the perfect wife, had the perfect daughter, and . . . then it wasn’t perfect anymore. When his second daughter, Sophie, was born with disabilities, his marriage went to hell.

Gawin startle her, when placing his hand on her shoulder. “Your voice is fill with anger and pain,” he says softly. Her expression is one of a frighten child, lost in her torment and grief. “If it’s not too difficult to speak of, can you tell me how mother, father, and you died?”

I am a Chosen. I survived the Epidemic and like all of the other survivors who weren’t in quarantine, safe from the outside world, I have a power.

It was the summer in late July i was finishing my work in the fields and saw Mr. Davis jump out of his truck and he walking straight towards me. He was there standing in front of me, with his forehead sweaty and had tired face, he said " have you seen Gabriel , Francisco? " I responded " yes , he had just left to his small blue car he said, that he was tired of working after he was done. " Mr. Davis why are you looking for Gabriel? " I asked. Mr. Davis started running to his truck, and left without answering my question, i wondered to myself " why would Mr. Davis be looking for Gabriel?". Then, i was waiting for Roberto and Papa so that we could leave home, a couple minutes had passed and we were heading to the carcachita

"Good morning class!" I yelled enthusiastically across the room. "Good morning Mrs. Jordan." The class said bluntly back to me. There were not very many children in the room in the room, but I took role anyway. I started calling out names and putting a check if they were here and a x if they were absent. "Charlie Brown?' I asked. "Here." He answered. "Donald Trump?" I asked. "I'm here to make it a great day again." He answered. "Okay, okay." I said as I checked his name off the list. "Drake?" I asked. "He's not here, he went on tour with his new girlfriend, J-lo." Charlie answered. "Alright." I said as I put a x by his name. I noticed that there was only one girl in the room, besides me, and that was Brittany Spears. "Darling, Brittany,

Gotta do it for the ladies And I gotta keep it hood Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan What you do was right But we just gettin started Yeaa Man.. Usher

Jaevion, Tyler and Glenn are turning out as okay roommates. Ok...so... Tyler and Glenn are okay. Jaevion is something else. He's almost never in the room, always out partying.

“Don’t talk to the stars, but let them talk to you” We found this written on a piece of paper together with Mike’s full name and the company address, she kept in her brown bag. There was no explanation. We didn’t know why this lady came to find Mike, but clearly, she had a reason. I hate winter, but a huge part of me preferred to live in an ice cube for the past year and I ignored the lightest touch of a sunbeam, which traveled from far to melt down the cruel water diamonds surrounding my heart.

The torpid pounding of my heart could be felt from the base of my stomach. And, despite the fact that I’d made the conscious decision to temporarily cement my feet to the floor, I began to seriously reconsider my choice. Cumbersome footsteps, from heel to toe of the lunatic’s boots, began to slowly trudge towards me; and upon his second in my direction, the sound of his twirling pistol became most audible, and resonated throughout the club’s walls. I attempted to inhale silently; however, the fearful tremors of my chest made the task quite difficult. The once confident feeling that dwelled within me, and encouraged me to continue, then felt to have suffocated by the impending ramifications, at the expense of my buckling transgressions. However,

As I woke up in the afternoon, I couldn’t wait to get to my fathers house. My father, Mr. Boddy, is not my real father because I was adopted. My father had sent out invitations to his 30th birthday party. I was so exited to get to his house, because I had just made a new medicinal discovery. I just couldn't wait to get to my fathers house. I got my bags packed, and headed for Tudor Mansion. I rushed out of the house, I had to see my father, its been so long.

My friend's bachlor party A rainy day We went to a brewery went to a jungle of shorts and had chicken wings from there and went to a comedy club None of us got drunk at that night We had seen many people at that day I think none of them is terrorists

Narrator: Mise-en-scene is a term refers to everything that is “put in the scene”. It includes use of colors, costumes, lighting, make-up… Cut in to the shot in You are the apple of my eye, when Ke-Jin-Teng, the main boy character, and Shen-Zha-Yi, the main girl character are sitting on the chair in classroom. The pencil cases, school bags, and classroom are presented. The lighting is strong, which makes the scene soft and blurry, which led audiences to feel like it is a memory. Background Music: Sugar Mouse (Oh, Atoms) Continues as background music.