Tiffany's 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.

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

Once again, Tess is lying in bed being a spoilt brat! Acting like what she is going through is the worst thing in the world, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore, what happened to Fin was just ‘life’, and Daniel has no blame in it. Brendan, Mum and especially Joe think that because Tess and I are sisters, I should be the one to say something, to help her … but what am I supposed to say, that everything is ok, that nobody blames her or Daniel, what happened that night was just a terrible freak ‘accident’. It’s all rubbish, I hate Daniel! My own nephew, for what he did, and of course I blame him, he took my son away from me. As for Tess, she should have done something before his anger problems hurt innocent people. Maybe if she had Fin wouldn’t

An elongated car ride was taken to an abrupt halt as hyperventilation commenced. I compelled myself to pull over alongside a gravel road near hiking trails. My heart seemed as if it escaped my body, as it was pounding so profoundly against my chest. The news I had received had changed my life completely. Hot tears appeared instantly upon my cheeks, but my eyes were still.

“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.

On a quiet day, long ago, a young girl sat in the field where her father worked. Bianca’s hair was long, dark, and coarse complementing her caramel skin. She sat, eyes closed, taking in the warm June day. The corn, the air and the soft songs that the workers sang in the fields made Bianca smile. “Bianca! cariño! It is time to go Bianca! Andale! ” yells her father from across the fields. She rises to her feet, brushes the red, clay dust off of her shawl, and begins to walk home. She walks hand in hand with her father as the sunset in Veracruz, Mexico sets. As they approach their humble home, the smell of enchiladas and frijoles wash over them. The savory aroma entrances Bianca and her father and as if it were planned a faint “Mmmmmmmm” slips between both of their lips under their breath.

I keep pretty quiet when it comes to Alba, Brandyn and Dave’s biological relationship. I try not to get involved and tend to bite my tongue when I see you, time and time again, over stepping your boundaries as a step parent, but this has nothing to do with their relationship.

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.

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.

Jennifer: "You're right mother, Monica do looks like a nice body to have fun with, but I preferred to have her daughter. It would be nice to lose my virginity again, with that nice tight fertile pussy."

Richard and I go to breakfast and we talk, or should I say Richard talked about his job,money and even about the damn Market crash. While he was talking,I kept hoping James would come in to save me. Breakfast ends and we go our separate ways.

I admire the fact that Scout now trusts her father. I know that it is a very nice trait to have. When I trust my father, I know that I can always count on him and that he will always be there for me. Whenever any of my friends have a problem, I always suggest talking to their fathers about it. I feel that girls my age have a stronger relationship with their fathers than their mothers.

Stella glided through the masquerade ball like she wasn't even touching the floor. It had been a rough day at work today and she just needed to get the stress out. As soon as she had come home to the house she shared with her twin sister, Luna, Stella had thrown herself down on the couch and refused to do anything. Luna, on the other hand, had different plans. She had found an open, free admission masquerade ball in a close by town and she declared they just had to go. It was the perfect place for a few mysterious murders.

The apparition home had been sloppy, uncomfortable. The ash from the cigarette that had been trapped between her fingers just moments before still burned against the calloused skin of her fingers and down the back of her throat. Her first cigarette- and hopefully not the last. Provided by Moody, it had been the catalyst that propelled her from the party and back to her apartment. She always needed something- a push, a reason- to break free of the formalities; though insufferable, Alice needed nothing more than to be burned into their minds. If wining and dining the sloppily drunk and overly-perfumed elite was what it took, it was what she would do.