Terry And Edie Monologue

Greg Heffley goes back to when he was a baby in his moms stomach and tells how he would love to go back……...but when he comes out, its a whole new world. Greg goes through so much in his years of life, and one day, he has a school dance that everyone is going to and he wasn't going to miss it. He had Rowley Jefferson be his wingman, which I personally think that is a wrong choice. Rowley tries to get girls to like greg by saying how strong and handsome he is, but will it work? Almost every girl in gregs school is taken, and half of the girls thinks greg is a dork and doesn't want to go with him. Just then this girls abigail doesn't have a date to the dance and what do you think rowley did? well i think u guys dont need me to tell you. Greg

Getting to know Sydney made me realize a lot more about life. Going into college I felt agitated because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life, and maybe moving here was a mistake, but Sydney reassured me. Although tomorrow is a mystery, we need to have faith that it’ll bring us exactly what we need. Her story of having a youth full of uncertainty and now having a life of complete sense has given me hope that I will be okay, and to just enjoy today and it’s opportunities.

OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the

Last night as I was lying in bed in those moments between being awake and falling asleep, I got to thinking which normally is not a good thing. I thought about Ed Gray’s passing - the loss of a good friend and then about what you told me and the pain it must have caused you. Mary Lou, I realized my thoughts were about the issue of pain. For the life of me I don’t get it. In some way it is selfish in that I would give a great deal to have just a clue as to God’s plan – if I did I would give it away so anyone who has to deal with pain in their lives would have the reference book to help and understand. Of course, I don’t and never will. But, I hope that you can find a path thru what has got be a loss of trust deeper than any infidelity

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

After watching the play Our Town for our date, I found myself thinking back on Emily Webb’s dialogue with her mother. Emily asked her mother, “Am I pretty?” and this particular question from Emily stood out to me most. Emily asked such a question not only to feel better about herself, but also to ask if she was good enough to get a husband. I played this scene over and over in my head while walking Olivia back home.

Running through branches and high standing grass, I sprint as fast as my body will move. Insure about how much energy my body has left, I keep pacing a constant speed to catch up to Lennie. As the forest begins to come to an end, there is a lengthy creek that comes to view. Hesitating, I plunge into the water trying to find my dear friend Lennie. Just as I think there is no hope on finding him I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was just an animal, I turn away not even realizing that the animal was Lennie. Lennie, terror- stricken and drizzling, is standing right in front of me. I try to dash toward him, but since my legs are in the water they don’t seem to move quickly. Not even bothered about how slowly my feet are moving I still leap toward him in excitement. Since we were hugging I didn’t even realize that the neighing and running footsteps of the men’s horse were drawing closer to us.

“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here’s wh-” “We’ve been stuck on this island for how long?! And you’re still singing those stupid songs?” There she goes again, always yelling at me for singing my songs. That’s Kaylin. I know she means well, in her defense we have been stuck here for 288 days and not being able to listen to new music can really make a girl upset. Anyways, i stick my tongue out at her and we laugh. “Why are you guys just sitting there? We’ve got drinks to carry!” There goes emily again, She’s always the one telling us what to do. In a loving way of course, i mean we probably wouldn’t have survived this long without her keeping us calm, cool, and collected. Me and Kaylin go to help Emily carry the coconuts

I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.

Hello my name is Angela Wang. Next year I am going to be a grade 9 student at Oak Bay. During me course selections, I do not think I put band as one of my electives. I would really like to do band. I have played flute in band since the start of grade 6. If possible, is there a way to sign up still?

Carmen Fuchsiello, a regular high school girl. One who gets all the boys, and is popular to everyone in school. Every morning, people would stare at her in awe, as she walked down the halls with her entourage right behind her on either side. There, by her locker, was her crush, Camden, waiting for her with every color rose in his hand, and my favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer, serenading me behind him. He also held a sign saying Camden and Carmen Forever with a heart at the end. The two names went together perfectly, almost like they were meant to--

Ellie at first may be viewed by the reader as simply a background character to this story, someone for the two main focal points to bounce ideas off of and to add some variation to what could easily be viewed as tedious. I beg to differ on this opinion though, as his role is hinted at during the beginning sentences of the story as a foil to his character is brought up by Connie. ¨… Connie´s mother kept dragging her back to the daylight by finding things for her to do or saying, suddenly, ¨What's this about the Pettinger girl?”And Connie would say nervously, ¨Oh, her. That dope.”She always drew thick clear lines between herself and such girls…”(Pg 453) This is because from when the time Arnold introduces him to the last few sentences, he was referred to

I would have this answer in a matter of moments. The Tutsis took me to a clearing on the beaches of Lake Kivu. I looked around and realized that we were close to the neighboring country. I saw a wide landscape without major obstacles and wondered what it meant. The guerrillas were tense; however, tough men are used to facing bad times. President Paul Kagame handed me his weapon, whispered in my ear and pointed to the Congo, and at a military village, precisely. Then, I knew why I was there: they gave me a target of opportunity, a prominent Hutu official, who was on the other side of the lake, wearing medals and insignias. I stretched my fingers and took some deep breaths a few times. I placed a homemade projectile into the rifle, a redeeming bullet, once kissing its vile metal. I estimated the distance across us and the strength of the wind, making a ritual to focus on myself. I did not want to miss that shot. Perhaps, I would not have another opportunity like that. In my thoughts, I saw dead Twas children lying on the ground, raped women, and tears coming out of Rose Kabaguyois's eyes. Nevertheless, having painful images in my head, I could not succeed. Therefore, I thought about flowers. The

Oh, no. Here she comes. I hope she doesn't pick her again out of all the pieces in her collection we’re the most worn. It's 7:30 a.m. on a Monday morning marking the 2700th time I've been worn since I’ve been here. I don't mind, though being one of the most worn pieces in her collection. I don’t recognize this new fragrance it’s softer and has a youthful scent

Maxie came into our lives November 20th, 2013. My sister found her on the side of the road. My dad told us that we couldn’t keep her because we already had too many dogs. We put up signs and uploaded posts on facebook asking if she was anyone’s dog. No one claimed her and she began to grow on everyone. Before long, she was a part of our family. We all loved her and couldn’t imagine our household without her. She was this little blessing that found her way into our house and I will forever be thankful to whoever’s dog she was, for allowing us have two years of joy with her.