Susan Wilson Monologue

Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.

The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.

It was December of the following year and I finally convinced myself to go back to West Egg. It was killing me to know what had happened to Gatsby and how he is doing after a whole year has passed. Was he still breathing? Is he still going to follow his dreams even though the love of his life left him?

Yesterday, there was a terrible accident that resulted in the death of three of my friends: Myrtle Wilson, George Wilson, and Jay Gatsby. To explain the full story, I have to back up. Last month was the first time I met my roommate Daisy. She’s your classic girl next door: popular, beautiful, and fun. All the guys in the local fraternities try to court her, and everytime we go out she’s the one that everyone is fascinated with. Although she’s already married to this wealthy man named Tom Buchanan, I could tell they were never happy with each other. The marriage was clearly made for money, and there were circulating rumors of his infidelity. Daisy hides behind a false facade of innocence and purity. Initially, I was enticed by her beauty

My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.

Hello, I am Scarlet Williams. Before I begin my wild story, let me further introduce myself. I am from the beautiful city of Boston, Massachusetts, widely known throughout the world. I am an extravagantly rich socialite thanks to my father, the notorious George Williams IV. My family’s name has been prominent in this city for quite some time now. My father’s gorgeous white mansion lies right in the middle of town, for he does enjoy showing off his belongings. The house contains countless stunning rooms; however, the most mesmerizing would definitely be the “White Escape”, the name my father gave to our party room. When a certain light hits the chandelier, the room transforms into an enchanting wonderland, captivating even the most miserable

The man has a startled look in his eyes. I was sitting on the bench outside of the mall, waiting for my mother to finish up in line, as I noticed a small, star looking shape tattoo on his ring finger. As we make eye contact, the look soon started to fade. The man was sitting on the bench across from me. Out of all of the benches, he had to chose the one right in front of me? Hazel Grace Lancaster? A grin starts to appear on the man’s face. I look away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the man’s eyes pierced towards me. Something started to shimmer as I tried looking away. It was a name tag. The name tag read Joe. I soon realized that his old, frightening eyes had been watching my every move. What is wrong with this man? I had been thinking

Eleanor, you're finally 14. The past 14 years has been a long, tough and hard journey, but you've finally got herre. You may think that I'm just gonna send you a little message just to say happy birthday......BUT YOU'RE WRONG!

Emily: (shakes her head) "No. I think Kate's motto has always been 'Don't bring your personal issues to work'."

Whenever I am told “Anna you are always going somewhere new”, I smile and think of my Mother Sue. Whenever my friends tell me that I am too nice, I tell them “don’t let my mom hear you say that”, because Ma Sue taught me that no matter who someone is or what they have done always be kind, God is always watching.

I wish I could’ve done something differently, I wish I knew my daughter had these crazy thoughts in her head. How could I have never noticed? How could I not notice the tension between my own two children. It all started Friday afternoon during lunch, Jill, Jack, my husband Jessie and I were all sitting at our old barn wood dinner table, In the middle of our formal dining room with light grey walls and deep red accent wall. On that wall we have a bunch of picture of Jack and Jill growing up, most of them are Jack but no one ever seems to notice. We don't have too many picture considering Jack and Jill are only 13 and haven’t gone to any school dances. They are both very similar looking as babies, same weight, same green eyes, brown hair and

“Yeah, kind of figured that out by the name, but I believe I know the place you’re talking about.”

Jack is short and has blue eyes and has one big secret and the secret is that he like to dance. He also feels that he could not trust June. June is tall has brown hair and likes to make fun of other people. Because one day Jack was coming out of the dance room in June saw him and left running. She also had a friend with her I was scared that they were going to bully me.

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

I grew up in a family where cultural tyranny exist. Since little I grew up knowing the role of a women was different from a men. Where the women is just a housewife and does all the chores around the house and take care of the kids. In the other hand, the men just work to bring the money and food to the table. For example, I haven’t seen my dad do any chores around the house because he thinks that is a women’s job. If there was anything that had to be done that is supposed to be by women. My dad will tell me or my sister to do it because he uses the excuse that he is a man and he can’t to it. Also when I wanna go somewhere with my friends. I can’t really go alone unless if my younger sister goes with me and there can’t be no males within the group. I can’t