The Bianca 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.

I’m holding my beautiful wife in my arms on the living room floor, I’m running my hand across

Living in Mexico throughout her teen years was very rough. Unlike other teenagers where their parents constantly provide for their children, Marisela’s life was a lot different than the usual parent- child relationship. She lived with her Abuela ( Grandma) Lupe, along with her 3 brothers and sister. She constantly had to take care of her brothers and sister at such a young age, that she became the mother-like figure of the

She recalls her mother being ashamed of her “food that looked and smelled so ethnic” (75) for lunch at school. Her mother wished to have had a different lunch, a lunch that looked similar to the other kids from her class. Morales’ mother desires to be part of a different culture due to the embarrassment she has on her own; thus, showing her willingness to hide her culture and she does so by eating her lunch in the school bathroom. In contrast, Morales is proud of her roots and her traditions. Although the burrito may be associated with “the food of workers,” because it was “convenient for the fields or the factory” (75) to Morales it reflects aspects of her identity such as humility and pride.

Thank you for your response and question. I could only hope that her family would notice she was not home. Now, how long would it take? I think maybe a few days depending on if she had things around the house that she had to do. I don’t know any other outcomes that come to mind when Connie is basically being forced in to this guy’s car to be driven to only god knows where to possibly be raped or murdered all because she was getting any kind of affection from her mother and aunt who were too busy comparing Connie to her sister. I wish we could have known how long has the house and Connie’s family been watch by this guy. I kind of wish this story had a better ending or maybe an alternate ending where she was able to get away and get help or Arnold’s

When I arrived there, there were 3 people in front of me. It took 1 minute 56 seconds to get to Pepper, who took my order. She asked if I've been here before and I told her yes, she said ,she asked me my name, asked what kind of pizza, and then asked what toppings and what kind of pizza I was ordering. I told her 1 and she moved my pizza over, telling me Charlotte will add my sauce. However, Charlotte was finishing up with another pizza so Pepper decided she'll add the sauce. I told her "White", even repeating it, but she put red sauce on. Before I could correct her she added the sauce but I decided red sauce was fine. She then gave the pizza to Charlotte who asked what kind of cheese I wanted. I told her mozzarella and she put the cheese on

Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.

I never thought I would return home until I was an old lady, or, at least, someday with my entire family. Instead, there I was, underneath the celestial sky, on the side of the Sierra Madre Occidental mountains, in the town that I once lived in: La Esperanza. That night, a cool breath of air blew throughout the corners and curves of the cobblestone streets flapping the curtains of cement houses around like the skirt of a dancing woman. As I walk through the streets, the night cannot put the living to rest. Small children with dirt-streaked faces and hole-ridden clothes ran around the streets playing

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

Today is the fourth day me and Little Ann have been sitting here waiting to hunt. Billy is just walking around the camp looking at other dogs and talking to the hunters. He starts making his way back to Little Ann and I. In the buggy Billy digs us each out a weenie and feeds it to us. I swallow mine whole and look at him and ask for more. I don't really think he understood me because he just walked away smiling.

Over the course of this marking period I learned who i really am. I don't mean this in a “hippie” finding my inner chi way, and this isn’t a cliche filler either.

Katelyn had started off by telling me about how after the last sickness had ended (The weird influenza that the doctors could never figure out what it truly was.) and how the villagers had all gone off and gotten their pitchforks and torches to chase my grandmother out of village after having blamed it all on her. (Figuratively speaking, of course,) Then that was when Harlin, Donnie, Erik, along with the three bitches had all decided that they would be the ones to teach my grandmother a lesson and hopefully end up driving her out of Mount Harrison forever in doing so. Katelyn told me that they had wanted her to help them in their plan, but she had refused saying that what they were planning on doing just wasn’t right.

Ashleigh, you are reading this because you found this in your corsage box. I’m clever aren't I? The real reason I wrote this is because I really want to tell you something that I just can’t in person. You’ve read my letter asking you to Homecoming saying things about why I love you and other stuff like that. There are some things I didn’t tell you though. Now this might get a little awkward but trust me, read through it all. I’ve been through a lot of breakups and when I got with Tiffany I thought that was over. But that night I asked her out, my grandmother told me we were moving to Texas. I was devastated because something I believed in came crashing down the very first day. I’m glad that torture was over, knowing it wasn’t going to work

On 1-27-17, Tiffany experienced nausea and vomiting. This morning we had a conversation on what could have caused it. I asked if she made right decisions in consuming a copious amount of snacks. She belligerently, and proudly replied that it was not the snacks that caused her to be ill. After several prompts and restating the question, she admitted that she went into my bedroom, right before she wanted to take a nap, and found the Ibuprofin, and swallowed approximately 6 tablets. Based upon the contents of the vomit, and without knowing how much fully digested, I would put the number between six and 12.

I wrote a story about a girl named Bianca and a boy named Cameron. Bianca is attracted to the tutor that teaches Spanish so she lies about struggling in her Spanish class in order to spend more time with her attractive tutor Cameron. As time goes by, the two gets closer and Bianca’s guilt for lying to Cameron is increasing daily. At the end, Bianca finally confesses what she has done and Cameron forgives her for lying and they go to Subway together to have the date that should’ve had from the