Scholarship Girl 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.

“Oh well… that’s a rather long story that I rather tell you when we are in my apartment. Okay?” Logan looked at her, smiling a gorgeous smile. Lexi felt her knees get weak. Oh my god, he just got more gorgeous. How is that possible? Lexi could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter. Her face was getting red. She just wanted to push him up against the wall, wrap her legs around him, press her lips to his, and show him the time of his

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

Before she hung up the phone last night she gave me her address and told me to text her when I was leaving Dinah’s house. I woke up the next morning with Ally’s head nuzzled into my neck with her arms and legs wrapped around me protectively, Dinah and Normani’s head on my back with their arms comfortably wrapped around my waist, and Pia’s head at my feet hugging my legs. I was wrapped in a human blanket of love, these girls have been with me through everything, they stuck by my side when no one else would, helped me up when I fell or when someone pushed me down, held my hand when I was scared, like now. I love these girls, I would die for them and they would die for me.

“Hey.” Oliver’s demeanour eased, a crooked grin coming across his features. “I was wondering where Bailey was going to every day. I’m Oliver Black, I live around the block.” His words were smooth and easygoing, and her face began to heat up as she was just about to introduce herself.

"Good news?", he asked without bothering to greet her, "I presume that means you gained an invitation to the party?", and as he spoke, his eyes slid his eyes down her body. Lucky Stuart. "So, relate the details". Once a voyeur, always a voyeur, the Dean kicked his chair back, and quickly moved to his feet, and an expression of amusement and curiosity lit up his features when his eyes returned to her face. "Did Mr Thompson live up this own reputation?" The previously suppressed smile had become a grin. "And did you require bleach

Today it finally set in that my diva will be a senior tomorrow. Tomorrow marks one day closer to her graduating high school one day closer to her leaving the nest and one day closer to her venturing out into this scary world we live in. Let’s be honest I’m not ready to let her go. I know she is eager and excited to explore the world, to meet new people and see new things. It seems like yesterday it was her first day of kindergarten and she said to me it’s okay mommy you don’t have to walk me into class I’m a big girl. I remember how I cried like a big baby watching her walk away. I wasn’t prepared for that day. I wasn’t prepared for the scrapes, bruises, tears of joy, heartbreaks, and emotional roller coaster rides that teenagers put you through

Phillip also stopped and scanned around, but in search of unwanted classmates nearby. And after seeing none, he knew it had to be now; the time was perfect. He wasn’t going to get another chance. So, he crept up next to her from behind as quiet as a phantom. “Hey, Kylee,” he then said with a head nod that seemed innocent enough, and it had worked to catch her attention.

Once upon a time there was an 15 year old boy or adult, his name was Adam he played football. He was pretty good at football. All he wanted was to date a girl that liked him, like the one girl that he sit’s with every day. She just turned 15. She has brownish, reddish hair, about 5’4, and her name is Danielle. She was the head cheerleader and she was pretty good at it to. He likes her, but he doesn’t know that she likes him. It’s Sunday and he can’t sleep he’s so anxious to sit with her or even see her. The weekend kill’s him he can’t stand to be away from her. When he wakes up to get dressed in the morning to go to school his mom walks in said crying and said that his great grandma had passed away at 5:30 p.m and we have to go to her funeral.

“Prostitute,” Gabby whispered beside me, loud enough for everyone around us to hear. I laughed as silent as I could, while Ant’s shoulders shook. The shy chick sitting next to her covered her mouth quickly to stifle a giggle but everybody behind us

“Uri!” Tabitha shouted, picked up the edge of her frock, and ran to where they were. Next to them, she held a hand to her chest, panting. “Uri—that’s not mannerly.” She turned to Sloane, “I’m terribly sorry, my son doesn’t like strangers coming around much ever since his father passed.”

“Mercedes get down here now before I decide that you don’t get any breakfast!” yelled Agnus. I crawled out of my bed with all my might to meet the other girls and boys at the table. Today wasn’t going to be any different from any other day. I would get hollered at to wake up, eat scraps, clean, sleep and repeat, but today Hazel wasn’t at the table waiting for me. I figured she had just ate without me. I inhaled the dry bagel and ran to find her. I look in all of her hiding spots, but nothing. I asked Roger and he told me he hadn’t seen her all morning. I slowly approached Agnus, “Where’s Hazel? We can’t find her anywhere,” I said. “She’s gone,” said Agnus.

The woman was one sexy bitch, and he was certain she'd be even more wild when they were alone. "Hot enough to have you dripping already?" Adam arched a brow, and briefly slipped his hand under her dress, between her legs, as if seeking the answer to his query before he withdrew his touch and pirouetted to shoot a grin and thumbs-up at his friends. When they returned the gestures, he finished his beer, placed the empty glass on the counter, stepped from his stool, and refocused on Claire. "Let's go, before I bend you over the bar, and fuck you right here. Got a car?"

“Try it,” Zoe said. “I think it’ll look good against your bright complexion.” She turned back to Samantha. “She didn’t look like a cousin to me. Did you see where his hand was on her?”

I have been both. The good one and the bad one. The one that cares about other people's interests and thinks that humanity deserves a second chance. And the bad one, that is driven (if not controlled) by greed and power. Feeling powerful is a drug that is quite though to quit. Because everyone around you wants it (even if it is for a second). It is an euphoric, emblematic, kind of hystoric sentiment. It makes you feel smarter then you really are. You think you are the beholder of the truth. It makes you feel like a God, that you believe or not in the existence of such a symbolic creature. At the starts, for me, it felt like a pat on the back : '' Good girl. Keep going ! '' Then it messed with my head more then my humanity could stand. Two years