St. Jude's Monologue

Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.

be clouds like that and we'll be able to fly to them and touch them and lay on them, like a soft bed. In all seriousness, and with a slightly condescending look on her face as though I

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

I woke up this morning and something wasn’t right. I looked below my bunk. Matt was there sleeping happily and soundly. I then tried to get out of my bunk. Once I got down, my head felt light headed. My stomach was doing turns and I felt like I could be sick at any moment. I went to the bathroom and I looked like a ghost. I then decided to get ready for the day. I grabbed a pair of neon green jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. Next I went to the coach and laid there until everyone else got up. Chris got up an hour later and he was happy and cheery as usual. Suddenly I heard someone running to the bathroom. I got up and knocked on the door. I opened the door and that’s all I remember.

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.

St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital is a non-profit organization that helps battle pediatric cancers. St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital is not your typical children’s hospital. The services and support they provide to their patients is unique as their founder Danny Thomas. I will explore their founder’s history, mission, and how they are able to continue the work today.

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.

I’ll be a balmy summer’s morning and you’ll ride at a comfortable pace down rowdy sidewalk of flinders’ lane. Your thoughts will skim briefly over the funny conversation from the previous night, before settling with quiet satisfaction over the forlorn gurgles of your empty stomach. Pleasant chimes will become audible as your iPhone vibrates, and when your heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach, somewhere, you’ll know. Call it what you like, we think its fear, but it’s chemical. It’s the imbalances in the brain, fluctuations in the level of cortisol and serotonin that stimulate your senses and rev up the volume of those voices inside your head; those uncalled for whispers that tell you you can’t; no Jeanie, you shouldn’t, it’s not worth it in its cautious, menacing little voice.

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

The faint echo of screams. The crunching of leaves under footsteps, getting faster with every exhale. A drum, beating from within. Thoughts clouded with realisation of the truth and the lies which have prevented it from surfacing amongst the chaos. The girls are all frauds! Murderers!

My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.

Summer days are not supposed to be gray and gloomy. They are not supposed to made for the mourning of the dead. They are meant for happiness and bright white smiles, short blond hair blowing in the wind and the same time as long brown hair with flowers threaded through like stars in the sky. They are meant to be long and warm with the feeling of love in the air. Not to be marred with the thoughts of death. They are supposed to be innocent and free, not locked in a tomb, but how else was a summer day supposed to go without the puzzle piece of love in the box?

He looked completely stoned, but then I saw a needle on the ground, and as I peered up I also saw something in his right hand. He was clutching it, but the more high he got the loser his grip became.

Today, my kismet, had other plans. A knock on the door resounded, followed by a heaving breath, the twisting of the doorknob, and a bang as the door shut. My eyes widened when instead of a nurse, an unfamiliar face burst into my room and my reality. Two tantalizing grey eyes peered into my own, a wild mix of fury and contention battling to surface. The latter claimed the victory. Opening a green folder, the boy steered his gaze on a stack of papers. He flipped through them until an aqua colored paper stood out to him, and ripped it from the folder. His eyes scanned the paper until he read something that turned his nonchalant expression,

“Thank you. As hard I’ve worked, I doubt there are many young ladies around to hoodwink me. I can see one now, saying to me, “Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable? Even if one would rub my nose in her pussy, I doubt I’ll take the bait.