Spies Monologue

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't

My father, King Charles Edward Maxwell, proclaimed that I was to be next in line to the throne and would succeed him upon my 18th birthday. I was a spoiled and entitled brat. Fortunately my reign as King never had a chance to begin. At the stroke of midnight on the eve of my 18th, an assassin hired by my jealous brother struck me down as I was endulging myself in nightly pleasures with one of our maids.

“It was dirty that’s for sure. The rats ate at your toes and the smell was horrible.”

"There is a spy! There are in fact two filthy, double-dealing, misleading, two-faced, liars among us!" I announce. Everyone gasps in horror as they are processing this dreadful news. I immediately start to panic. If these two spies got away with this information, the king would be informed, and that would be it for all the peasants. If I get put into prison, who will support my family? Michel is only 8, Adelina has no common knowledge on how to deal with money, and my poor, poor baby, Julienne, God bless you. I pity myself as I remember the hard times when no one could afford any bread, not that there was any at all. They were hard times. Julienne was down with the dreadful flu, no food or medicine to help, the next day, she was simply gone. This thought always brings me to anger. The nobles were just partying away while we peasants were dying. I had to end the absolute monarchy. Back to the situation, I thoroughly observed each, and every representative, watching their expressions and how the

Narrator walks to table with handcuffs on and sits down. A small light hangs above him. Detective closes door and walks to table sitting down on the opposite side of Narrator.

Good morning/afternoon class. Today I will be performing a monologue. As part of the Beenleigh Quota Club Eisteddfod this year, there is a Literature themed showcase. The aim of this showcase was to give voice to a marginalised or minor character, one whose voice is not heard extensively. The book we had to read was ‘The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and the character I have chosen is Kurt Steiner, who is one of Rudy’s siblings and part of the Steiner family.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Scene 1 - One night as I was watching T.V., I heard a car pull into my driveway. I got up and looked out the window and saw my friend's yellow Cadillac. I then went outside. When I looked in the car, all I saw was a purse with $100 in it. As I was looking in the car, I heard a screaming burglar alarm.

It is important to understand the social class system during that time. The first estate consisted of the royal family and aristocracy, the second estate was the clergy, and the third estate or bourgeoisie consisted of the neglected working class. Days turned to years which turned to centuries of oppression for the third estate. There were overwhelming taxes, so much to the point that many could not afford to feed their family. There were children starving in the streets in search of crumbs that may be left over from the beaks of birds. There were pointless wars that sons died in, with the only result being an increased debt. The King was weak, incompetent, lazy, and had no problem with taking the bourgeoisie's small income to fill his belly. Even with all this, the third estate was willing to compensate, just as long as

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say as I run the blade ‘down the road’ on my wrist. I cried softly, hoping no one can hear me. I don’t want to be in this world anymore. How can I live in the world when everyone hates me? My parents abused me all the time before they died. I guess it’s now taking an effect on me. My friends all stabbed my back a thousand times. I Wish I didn’t tell them my secrets. They just went and told everyone else and now I’m known as the town slut. Even my boyfriend hates me. Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He proved it today. (Flashback) I was walking to class. I saw two people kissing next to the lockers and thought “I wish my boyfriend and I were like that.” As I got closer, it was my boyfriend with another girl. How could he? He said he loved me. We all lie at one point in our lives. Am I right? He

How have you been. These past few months have been really tough. Have you ever heard of trench foot. If we stand in the water for long periods of time without changing our socks we can get it. The pain is indescribable,but some were lucky and lost all feeling in their feet. A friend of mine stuck a bayonet straight into his foot and didn't even feel a thing how almaring. Ooh don't get me started with the lice,all the men have short hair cuts. It's easier to take them out that way,we take the blunt edge of the knife and scrape it across our scalp. I'm missing home,the nice bed,the homemade meals, and the moment of peace. The living conditions aren't the best ,we must look out for our bread,the rats have been coming in huge waves. They are truly

I stood in front of everyone and begun the story. “Ladies and gentlemen , today I bring you a truth story of a king that forged our society. This is the story of Vergil the Uniter and I may or may not write this last-minute. Vergil was born a weak child. The doctors declared that he would survive a week due a common cold. The 900’s weren't exactly the zenith of medicine. Even at young age this man was born with a will to survive. Vergil was the youngest of his family.His father was king of a small weak nation that constantly was harassed by other countries. The king was also a tyrant who oppressed his citizen. Vergil’s brother became power-hungry and tricked him into killing his father. They gave him a poisoned drink to give to his father and lied that it was a gift. With the king dead, the brothers were about to start a civil war for the right to rule. Vergil quickly thought ahead about the deaths and other evils a civil war would bring on the country. He pleaded with his brother to settle the dispute in a coliseum match. Vergil entered and won but he regretted it until he died. Some sources say his last words were “brother ,how I wish my hands did not shed your blood.” However he knew in their hands the country would go down.He also killed the corrupt officials that were in charge. Around age 20 or 21, Vergil led the country against one of its bullies. The army conquer the country and soon many more fell. The new king was a smart man and

I know it's been a while and I’ve been fine, up until now, because something came up. Marcus died. It happened on O'connell street in the capital of dublin. I was there when it happened. The enemy had me pinned down, but that didn’t stop me from winning. I got curious to as of who he was, seeing as of how good he was, but that's when I realised my mistake. When I checked out who it was, I discovered that it was Marcus. I didn't think about who was shooting at me from the distance, only the fact that he was. He died at my hands, and I never even thought it would be him, the enemy sniper, it had never crossed my mind! But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead. He’s dead, because of my decision. I felt a wave of nauseous, and all these emotions,

was owed a great sum of money by one of his servants. The king let the