Dialogue Essays: Morgana The Prince's Room

“Um, well. . .” he pauses to think. “Hold on. I’m going to talk to the other coach to see if we could to a little swap.”

“Yeah, but you need to make sure that you’re ready no matter what,” Kara replied.

“What do you want to do?” She clearly wanted me to join the team, but tried to act supportive for any choice I made.

“It does look great. Come on, let’s warm up,” Tommy said as Justin picked up some gloves, Lewis grabbed some balls and rushed toward the

"Well ... "Jonas had to stop and think it through. "If everything 's the same, then there aren 't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things! A blue tunic, or a red one?"

"Aw man, busted, " I sighed out. "Guess I gotta come clean now. Ilya's right, I'm not actually a waiter here!" I exclaimed. "But~! It was still fun!" I turned to Monte, gesturing towards him as I said, "This cute little Dirt-man is named Monte, by the way!" I pulled out my phone, and held up the text from the King, where it said

I quickly turn around, and standing before me is Treasure. "Oh, you look handsome tonight." I tease, disappointed at her choice in clothes. "You're at your twenty-third birthday party, not going to bible study." I add, looking her up and down. She has on a black long sleeved dress that begins a bit below the collar bone and stops at mid thigh.

“I swear I was, but we’ve been taking it slow and-“ Leo began before the phone was snatched away from him.

"D'you wanna go to prom together? Like, as friends, since we're clearly too good for the girls here." Anthony said casually, with a teasing edge at the last part of his request.

“Of course not, today’s gonna suck” I replied. We both remembered the last time we went. “Probably not gonna be allowed to run the fifty five again, and I hate warming up there.”

“Krista, I wish there was something I could do but you are already apart of all of my sports team for girls. I do not understand what you want me to do here. My hands are tied.”

“Why would you be trying out you don’t even know how to play basketball.” Bridget said rudely.

“Suit yourself. It’ll be several hours.” She turned and walked away, totally uncaring and unconcerned herself.

“Would you be a dear and describe her for us?” Crystal was still upset about her dress, but the booze has done it's job. She was more relaxed now than she had been in

“Of course I can help you. And you’ll find out later, so meet me after school at my place and I can show you what I play.” he offered, scribbling down an address on a post-it note.