She would die being known as a famous celebrity and party girl. Born as Mary Lu but known as Nia

She was born in Hollywood and raised as an orphan in Los Angeles County. Born Norma Jeane Mortensen, her father was killed in an accident when she was little and her mother was a schizophrenic and was constantly in and out of mental hospitals. Marilyn was virtually abandoned and was raised by foster families until age 16. She moved around as a child to 11 private homes, most of which were poor. When turning 16, rather than moving in with another family, she married a 21-year-old merchant seaman named Joe Dougherty on June 19, 1942. Some may think this is quite a young age for marriage, but Marilyn, once she developed, never quite looked her age. She always wore the same baggy blue dress and blouse the orphanage provided. It made her look like an “overgrown lummox.” (Monroe pg. 20) She never smiled or had friends until one day, when she borrowed a sweater of one of her younger “sisters” and wore it to school. This immediately attracted attention from her fellow classmates and also upperclassmen as well as men on the street. It was quite snug and showed off her shapely figure. This began her beautifying herself even more. Soon she darkened her eyebrows and put on lipstick. Then came mascara. Because of this, her looks improved and her popularity increased. Because she was an orphan, she was easily picked on. So, since her popularity increased, so did the jealousy of other girls. And vicious rumors were spread as a result.

He turned to her and asked, “Where do you live miss.” The girl still who seemed angry at him answered quickly to avoid conversation. Sam knew full well that the girl had every right to be angry at him but he was saddened by her hostility toward him. She was not the most attractive girl but still he did not like being yelled at. While carrying her home she suddenly asked her, “What’s your name miss?” The girl started by his sudden question blushed and turned her head and said hesitantly, “My name is…Joy.” He thought about her answer for a while and then replied, “My name is Sam I work at the farm over there.” Pointing in the direction of the farm. “Oh… ok she replied after hearing his name.” As they arrived at her house she put her down to knock on the door and she seemed upset about it. Confused he let her lean on him while he knocked. He heard the voice of a woman saying she was coming and sat in wait. When the door opened a woman who seemed to be the mother of joy gasped as she saw the state of her daughter and hurried them in. It was already late and joy’s mother was cooking dinner. Joy’s mother led joy and him to a room and helped him lay joy down on the bed.

While starting her career many people considered her just to be a ‘dumb’ blonde girl. People were very surprised when they saw her because they saw that she had a lot of skill. When she was in high school she went to try out for a drama club and she was turned down. During her career she had bounced between many record labels. She had a period in time where she didn’t have an acting job for over a year. After nineteen films she had finally gotten her own dressing room. Marilyn had been an actor for about sixteen years. It was stated in her biography, “Marilyn Monroe was the most glamorous, popular, and controversial movie star” (American Decades). That’s why to this day she is still well known and talked

"He was standing outside my door, I could hear his voice clearly.. Even now, but in my hurry, I never said hello. I believed I had time. I was wrong.", his untimely death has been the motivating force to her reign of success.

“Shh, whatever you may believe now, but I did die that day,” she looked at me with disbelief and I understand why, I mean I was standing before her. I pulled her outside, towards the pond that was behind her house, “watch.” I stepped several feet from her and closed my eyes as I willed my wings out of my back. I took a deep

But the worst part was that she had betrayed him, had used him, when he had trusted her in the end. And he'd paid for it, subjected to a severe interrogation to determine if he was still loyal as well. But he doubted that she cared, not with how she had made her escape from their base. It made him wonder if she had ever cared at all, or if their friendship was just a part of the act, to further her deception and make getting in that much easier.

It’s 4:50 pm, Patrick Maloney is getting home from an exhausting day at work. Inside the home is Mary Maloney, Patrick’s wife. Mary, excited, greets her husband with a kiss and hangs up his coat. It seems like a normal Thursday night, but Patrick seems off, and Mary notices it. As Patrick drank his drink down in one gulp, Mary knew this was no ordinary Thursday night. Patrick sits her down and is straight forward with her, “I want to leave you” he said. He continues with the details as Mary sits there horrified.

As he looked into what he figured was the bedroom, he saw her. He saw a beautiful woman, a raven haired beauty whose beauty made him smirk. It had been a few weeks since had had last had a woman, and well this was too good, steal her money and have his way with her. It was ideal and perfect for his plans for the night. He looked in as he saw the woman undressing for some reason, damn she was a fine thing, worthy of fucking. He reached down and pulled out his hood that would hide his face as he put it on he looked back in and didn't see her again. He blinked wondering where she had gone till he saw a open door and then the sound of the water running, the woman was taking a shower of course, that was why she had been

One morning in autumn, as usual Mary with his father went to the market to sell the vegetables. Sadly, that was the most deficit day that they had suffered. The market wasn’t as crowded as usual. However, there was a man came over her, wearing black coat, hat and sunglasses. Mary saw through his sunglasses, a sharp eyes completed his white skin and pointed nose, which made him look handsome in her eyes. He talked to her in a friendly manner, “Good day, my lady. I thought I just saw something shining over here, but it was you. You are so beautiful.”

Nevertheless, he watched anxiously as weight dropped off. He loved less and less of her. Gripping her as she slept, his fingertips slipped into dips between ribs. He grew unsettled by her emaciated form. He apologised in her eulogy. * * [2] Adhering strictly to a death-camp diet plan, she reached her goal weight. By the time they zipped the body bag, lifted her into the ambulance, she weighed little more than she had at four years old. * [1] She logged on, left messages, posted photographs. There was no response. Had they deserted her? She pictured them gossiping about her. Perhaps she no longer met their ideals. She imagined pernicious whispers, fingers pointed, sinister giggles. She redoubled her efforts. She would show them. Shrinking into herself, she breathed her last. She was the last of the featherweight corpses to be removed from a loving

In a small town where nothing ever happened, a girl named Macy, spent her days going to school, going to work or hanging out with her friends. Macy was average height, had shoulder length brown hair and was a good student. Macy’s friend, Mary was always trying to set her up with guys to try to help her get out of her comfort zone and to live a little. She didn’t have a car yet so she got rides with Mary, so she could get to work after school. One day, when Macy needed a ride to work after school, she asked Mary to take her home. Since Mary had to take another girl home as well, they were in the school’s parking lot waiting.

Sitting with his hair disheveled was a man nearing his 30's. His clouded gaze was locked onto his glass of beer, as if he was currently lost in his thoughts or drunk enough to fall into a state of lethargy. It had been like this for the past few days. He would come early into town before plopping himself into a forgotten corner of this bar. Then,

Sam wheels into her driveway where another large Black SUV she is unfamiliar with is parked behind her father’s car. As she gets out she walks up behind it and notices the Georgia plates on the back. Who could her father be talking to now? She was tired and just wanted to eat and go to bed. Her father and she had a tenuous relationship at best. Oh, she loved and respected him but they both had dynamic and strong personalities that often clashed. Her father had never remarried after her mother’s death but she had her suspicion of other relationships, which she wished her father had pursued. It was not good for him or anyone to be alone maybe that is why she still lived with him. To give him that emotional support and just take care of him. It had been touchy for the most part with good and bad days but lately though it had become strained. He had been drinking more and had become a little more sullen than usual often retreating to his room and not coming out for hours. She tried talking to him about it but it only resulted in more arguing. So she had just come to realize that he needed space for what she did not know.

Marilyn Monroe was one of the most popular stars of the 50's recognized as an international symbol for beauty, but her life is full of poor choices and horrible encounters.Throughout her career she had many encounters that ended poorly, movies that flopped, and marriages that ended destructivley.

Then, one day, Noel met the guy. His name was Austin. He was the sweetest, handsomest guy. After talking to him for a while, she learned he went to the same school as her; furthermore, she knew he was different from others that she tried to get to know. Austin acted like a “prince charming” figure. Noel would get online every day and talk to him until one day he asked for her phone number. He said, “It would be easier for us to communicate.” She quickly gave him her number, and he signed off, “Goodnight sweet girl. Talk to you in the morning.” The next morning was the happiest day of her life. Austin texted Noel saying she should get online because he has something that he wanted to tell her. And at the speed of light, she rapidly got online. He inquired; a question she’s been waiting for.