Kalee Monologue

On 05/14/17, I was dispatched to 2440 W. Madison in reference to an assault that occurred at the location.

“But look MJ. It doesn’t stop there, it only gets deeper, son. The reason you never knew about your daughter and why Havannah never brought her to see you is because Papi told Havannah to lie to Marlorana, to tell her that her father was dead. I highly disagreed with that because even though you have a lot of time over your head, you still could've been a part of your daughter’s life. You know, with visitation and all. But Papi kept pushing the issue and eventually Havannah and I both gave in.

There had been no rhyme or reason for why Kelley was out wandering. When his body had decided to leave his apartment that late afternoon, a public place had not been the goal. Anywhere that living beings resided had not been the goal. Bare feet had other plans as they carried the young male from his bed, straight to the front door of his quiet apartment with a glazed over look in his eyes. With no obvious thought to get dressed, he slid the lock off of the chain and stepped out into the barely lit hallway.

Today is the fourth day me and Little Ann have been sitting here waiting to hunt. Billy is just walking around the camp looking at other dogs and talking to the hunters. He starts making his way back to Little Ann and I. In the buggy Billy digs us each out a weenie and feeds it to us. I swallow mine whole and look at him and ask for more. I don't really think he understood me because he just walked away smiling.

The next ski season arrived. Heidi was a bit nervous to get back on the hill. She hadn’t been on a ski hill since her accident. She took it slow at first, but as the day went on she went for the bigger and harder runs. After the day as over, Heidi had done the run she crashed on and beat her time by 15 seconds. She just wished that she wouldn't have to wait the four years until the next winter

I choke on laughter at her suggestion. How in hell could she possibly think that I would agree and go with her and Diego the Brazilian bull-dozer that ripped our family apart to live with in fucking Argentina?

The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive bombs are dropped. Again. Again. Again. Just like dust caught in a sunbeam, the ash swirls a slow descent. The air pulls in. Pauses. Pressure building. The blood in your veins almost recoils, your brain bruised in your skull. A moment of vertigo. Then nothing but noise. Loud. Angry. Ringing. And pain, so much pain. Screams rise, the crescendo approaches. Hellfire rips through the buildings, the sky, the people, your heart. This city is a firestorm.

It wasn’t enough that at sixteen, Ava’s life had become as gray and bleak and lifeless as a winter tree. But, the day she was bitten by a fox, she knew things could only get worse.

"No way, Em." I say taking a hand full of popcorn and shoving it in my mouth.

She remembered that we took the train tracks to obtain getting to her house faster. She had seen an opening in the neighborhood and she turned. We followed, but, Keisha noticed it was getting to the point of pitch black and decided to call her mother. She recalled that we showed up to her street when she noticed that there was teenage boys were in a pick-up. She viewed them speedup and also create noise to either to scare us or show off. She bellowed grow up as loud as she humanly could. She heard the truck come back and just ignored them. She heard them again and started running to her house. Nevertheless, Jordyn’s side is the last one to

I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.

Dave was bored out of his damn mind right now. The white haired teen flops dramatically on the bed, sighing in a quite over dramatic fashion. "Someone save me from this eternal chasm of boredom!" He groans, "The fucking dragon of null is here and I don't want to be. He has taken me away in his god damn clutches. " he snorts to himself. "Nice job Dave. Hittin an allll new low. Chatten your self up. " The blonde huffs and pulls out his phone texting...hmm. Who should he bother. Karkat? Nah. John? Mm. Nah. Dave scrolls through his contacts before landing on...Jake. Hmm. Yeah. 'Yo. Bro. Come be my Knight in aluminum foil. Save me from the dragon of boredom. It has me in its clutches.' He waits a moment. 'Up up I go. To who know where. Who knows

“I’d like you to exclusively design our bathrooms and kitchens. Kay would be the head decorator but you’d have to help her. Right now, she is too pregnant to go to New York so I’d like you to go and start the process.”

The first podcast about Kevin was really actually disturbing to me. Despite the warnings I listened to it in the I.T. room of the school. Everybody was a little disturbed understandably, but understood that it was a mental problem. In my personal opinion, I think his wife made the right decision to stay with him. If she left it would have made it ten times harder to cope with it.

I knew what I had to do. “I have to go,” I announced and started walking away.