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The Polaroid Monologue

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There was a very beautiful and famous actress, who have a daughter. Her daughter’s name is ‘Belle’. In direct opposition to her mother, she was so ugly.
As a natural result, she was treated as an outcast in her school and academy. Every people said
‘You are not her daughter.’ , ‘What an ugly little girl is it….’ Her confidence descended day by day. She thought ‘Oh god, Why am I so ugly? Mom, why do you bear me?’ She went to her room, which was lifeless, like an old warehouse. Not many year ago, her mother suddenly disappeared and everybody didn’t know why she disappeared, even though her daughter.
“Someday, look my drawer.’ This is the last word before she disappeared. She catch the drawer. There is a box in the drawer. The box had mysterious, …show more content…

In the memo, ‘If you are very, very and very painful, Use this.’ She picked up the Polaroid and viewed it. To all outward appearance, it is a common Polaroid, but this Polaroid also show strange moods. She took a photo of the box as a trial. The Polaroid looked working normally, but a photo didn’t printed. She disappointed and returned her room. Entering her room, She was surprised her face, which was changed to her mother. “….???...” She thought a few time and produced results ‘Why didn’t I think of that? My mother’s face is not her …show more content…

She flee helter-skelter. But the direction went wrong. She flee to a crosswalk and a dump truck just came to the crosswalk. Eventually, she was run over by a truck and was killed immediately. Belle was embarrassed for a little while but she thought ‘I didn't expect for it to happen like this….but because of this situation, this face is abidingly mine!’
After then, she visited here and there. As usual, almost people glanced at her. But the type of their eyes is not contempt but charm and fascination. For the first time ever, she got a lovely stare from a person, and felt pleasure.
Still later, Belle did the action continuously. Copy, kill, copy and kill….. ‘Ah...my mother also felt…this difference…’ like a gambler who wins the Pachinko and is crazy by feeling the pleasure, she was going mad. But after a few days, she was discovered killing a girl by a police. She resisted arrest like a trooper and the police fired a gun. The bullet went through her Polaroid and her body.
She dreamed. She was in the place where she didn’t know. But a woman that she felt like she knew her by sight stood, silhouetted against the light. She has a beautiful silhouette. She said “People in this time considerably cry and smile because of the beauty. What a trivial thing is it…Essence always hide in the deepest place. I give you a one more chance. Then, Get eyes that look the not surface but

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