The Queen Monologue

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

Brittanie left for Sam Houston today, and I couldn't be more excited and proud of her, as she opens up a new chapter in her life. I wouldn't trade having lunch dates at La Madeline, struggling with chemistry, or having our 10 seconds of fame on the big screen at an Astros game for anything else. I'll see you soon,

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

Abigail didn't belong here. She knew that now after she had finally freed herself from that medicine they forced on her. She was finally herself again...for the most part. Now she had learned a lesson, she couldn't let herself feel anything or else she'd give herself away. They'd know if she wasn't acting like a complete zombie...so she had to take precautions. Starting with keeping to herself and not interacting with any lowlife scum who would upset her. She needed to get out of here, but she needed help. Or at the very least, cover.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

I owe you a thanks. For being my favorite big brother ever. You’re my day one. My chauffer. My protector. My supporter. My role model. You’re all these things and more.

I wander around the carnival the scent of corn dogs and cotton candy lingering in the air all around me. Tents and rides line the roads, colorful lights flashing from them. The laughter of children constantly echos through the air. Making the carnival feel as alive as the sun. Something hard bumps into my shoulder and I'm pushed into the grass. I look up to see panicked chocolate brown eyes looking back into mine, a blush creeps into my cheeks.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

“You stupid bitch,” she said as she stood in front of the grave stone crying, her voice cracking, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” Anna felt like her heart had shattered. She should have stopped her, she shouldn’t have let her put that needle in her arm; she was supposed to be watching Melody. She fell to her knees and remembered the funeral.

I remember October 23rd, 2013 specifically for a few reasons. First, I remember the music playing loudly from the living room of my friend Kenzie’s grandma’s house and Kenzie’s sister, Maddie, singing off-key and even louder than the music. I also remember the comforting smell of cookies in the oven and lavender and other flowers in the vase on the counter while I sat at the island in the kitchen. The third reason I remember that day is because it’s written in the corner of my first attempt at a drawing.

Thank you so so much! I continue to be super grateful for all Andover does for me. I know this sounds clique, but I was really looking forward to going to South Africa and now that it's feasible for me to go, it's a ream come true! I'll let you know if I have any questions.

It's two days before Abby’s best friend Sarah birthday party and Abby’s mother still haven't told her she could attend or not. Abby’s mother didn't really like Sarah she thought that Sarah was a bad influence on Abby. Ever since the two started hanging out with each other Abby is not the same person that she used to be. For example, she started wearing makeup, and coming home after curfew on schools night. Abby seems more out of control now a days and Abby’s mother blamed Sarah as the source of the problem.

There is trouble in the waters. I hear it in the echoes of the Great Sea, and I sound out the depths of Turukanò’s heart and hear the same unrest.

I agree with you Kasey that Mrs. Mallard is taking countless shots at her husband Alfred. I also agree that it seemed she thought she was marrying into money and is now frustrated with not only the lack of money but having to work as well. From the monologue, it felt as though she was constantly on him about everything without giving the man so much as a second to breathe. I found it interesting that she would bash him for his drinking yet it appeared as though she was an alcoholic herself. She brings up their deceased child and his deceased father. She blames him for the mess his father’s poor financial state had left. Instead of being understanding and standing by his side during this trouble timed, she belittles and berates him constantly.