Japie Monologue

I watched as Ponyboy and Johnny conversed about everything and anything. His health, the rest of the gang, the world, and their future. Every time I heard Johnny talk about his future or about his injuries, I choked up. I had a part of me feeling that made me feel for him. As a low school bully I had never felt this, but I heard of the feeling called empathy I was experiencing now. I realized that I have never had any real friends or family the cared for me. Thinking back on everything I had done to Piddy I am appalled it was me who did those acts. As Ponyboy was trying not to cry every time he spoke to Johnny on his hospital bed I flinched. Watching what I thought to be one of their last encounters before he died. Johnny said, “I’m pretty bad off, ain't I, Pony?” and I lost it, I’ve never

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

The novel ‘Nanberry’ written by Jackie French is a novel which talks about how a native boy is adopted by the first Australian Surgeon and settles with a complexed family. Of these, the surgeon, however presented as a victor but ultimately the villain, on the other hand, the native boy is shown as a victim, though it could be argued that he is something of a victor.

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

‘’your very first princess sumit’’ said Applejack ‘’You must be over the moon twilight’’ ‘’ I am excited but to be honest i'm a little nervous to’’ said twilight ‘’ your nervous cited’’ said pinkie pie ‘’ its like you want to jump up and down and yell yay me!’’ ‘’but you also want curl up into a tiny ball and hide at the same time. We all’ve been there” “i’m almost there everyday” fluttershy insisted. ‘’You got no reason to fret twilight everything is gonna be just-” applejack was inturrupted by rairty. “Twilight, sorry darling but i just noticed your not wearing your crown, you haven’t forgotten it in ponyville have you?” rairty was panicked. “Its in my bag.”

After being escorted by the police to the hospital me and Ponyboy dashed with excitement to Johnny’s room. Before we could get even an inch in the door the doctor stopped us in our tracks. The doctor said “he is dying”. Before I could think I pulled out two-bit's switchblade. I wasn't going to let some punk doctor keep me from seeing my friend. Instead of what I thought the doctor was going to do he let us see Johnny.

The faint echo of screams. The crunching of leaves under footsteps, getting faster with every exhale. A drum, beating from within. Thoughts clouded with realisation of the truth and the lies which have prevented it from surfacing amongst the chaos. The girls are all frauds! Murderers!

Jon’s parents felt grief and depression, lost, and responsible. He needed a full time care. The family had to learn how to teach Jon to eat, bath, and

Angrily, you slammed your fist on the horn, your head felt so hot you were sweating. The car roared down the street. "That bastard!" You swore. "I'll kill him! I'll kill the cheating bastard."

Jody was the second oldest and only sister of three surviving brothers. “We very much like any type of family, we had rough patches, but we loved each other very much.” Family was a very important aspect in Jody’s life; many of her traditions lie hand in hand with her them. She noted how great her mother was at cooking; “she would make turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, pistachio salad, sweet potato casserole, and fluffy rolls. Family dinners happened every night.” They didn’t only eat together, her family loved being outdoors, and had a family band.

March 6, 1986 is the day my mother gave birth to her youngest of two. Celia Jael was the name chosen for me by my father. He decided to name me after my two grandmothers, even though my mother wanted to name me after herself. Some people have difficulty pronouncing my name; they call me CJ instead. I was raised in a very family oriented environment; we played, cried and laughed together. My family’s history was made on Sundays. Everyone would come to the house; adults in the living room and kids running around and having fun in the patio. When dinner time came up, all of us would at the table ready to enjoy my mother’s cooking.

I wish Joey would fight for me...if he loves me, he will fight for me, right? No...Joey will never fight for me or make the marriage work. In his heart, he believes that our marriage is over when our baby died...he is the most stubborn man I had ever met. Instead of saying that we are too incompatible, and if our baby survives...why can't he and I just forget the damn past and make the marriage work? Why can't he and I try again for another baby? Why must he makes it so damn hard for the both of us? Why is he so damned stubborn? Why?! Damn...I will never understand and I don't want to...maybe I should just move on and find someone who truly value me and never give up on me like he did...

On a chilly Wednesday on January 14 of the year 1998, I, an eight pounds, six ounces baby, was born. My mom and dad were in bed at ten the night before, and it was decided that the time was now, for her water broke and they were on their way to the hospital. I was dark haired and brown eyed, and my mom wanted to name me after her, but dad decided on the name Jolene, with a pronunciation twist and his own spelling.

“Yombo!” Madame Lalaurie barked. Marie, Madame Lalaurie’s daughter, looked at me her eyes wide. “Yombo, you have to run”, she said. “But, Marie, if she find’s me I will be killed anyway”, I said in return. “Yombo, if she doesn’t you will be free don’t you want that.” “and if another man or woman finds me I become their property.” “Then fine as long as you escape from my mother for you have done nothing wrong.” “Thank you, Marie. Let the Lord be with you.” “Yombo I will give you something to help on your journey. Please, I beg of you, be careful and take care.” with those words Miss Marie walks over to her armoire and produces a pair of her old slippers and a coat. She walks back to the bed where she once sat upon, “Give me your foot”, She

"Well, Hajime does mean, Trustworthy in Japanese(it really doesn't). I'm sure that the other me would do a great job helping you navigate the treacherous path of a first time." He answered not at all fooled by her tease. "Also, if it was with me, you probably would get too emotional. You know, because of all the deep seeded feelings and raw attraction you have for me. " He added not wanting to let her off the hook without firing some shot on his own back. "Don't look at me like that. You know you've been craving the flavour of the Orient." This time, he began chuckling and shaking his head at his own joke and let himself sunk underwater to give him time to regain partof his missing poker face.