Susan's Monologue

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

Already I know we are going to have so much fun (and drama) with these two. I kind of agree with as kids being closer and sort of falling apart as they grew older. To be completely honest they are both knuckle heads who need to get over themselves, but of course thats going to be a long way down the road. But yes, no matter what they are certainly going to act like brothers, I actually made Wallace purposly older by a year just so I could see him play that "I'm older than you card." I could actually see Wallace partially trying to prove himself to Bennett because to him Bennett is the pinnicale of Jazz sucess in his eyes at the moment as he hasn't been able to be close to anyone as close to it as him. I could see him being even partially angry seeing Bennett get to cocky since he had it all for a while and ruined it through his arogance, so like Wallace has

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

A great story! I first got a little bored when it was said that Jill’s father died, because this is not a very surprising plot, but your descriptions later really made a difference. Jill’s reaction was so real and I like how she finally talked to her mom, I mean the tear and the choke. Also you did a great job describing the setting and the change of the setting, from the warm and comfortable to cold and biting. This change fits well with the change of Jill’s mind and actually reinforced how she was influenced by the tragedy. Something you may want to know is I am a little bit confused when you switch to tell the office and thoughts of Joseph. It kind of broke the consistency of the description of Jill. Also there are a lot of background information

“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.

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

Great choice!” I then proceeded to question you like a drill sergeant. Who taught you about this being fat nonsense? Was it someone in your class? A friend? A parent? Who? Who? Who? You gave an answer I know I forced you into giving: “It was ‘she who shall not be named.’ She said that boys do not like girls who are fat.” OH, GAME ON! The first thing I wanted to do was call your body-shaming Voldemort-esque friend’s mom and tell her the ideas that her daughter has been putting in your head. But, I decided not to be that mom…thank goodness. After talking myself out of becoming THAT mom who other mothers dread talking with, I realized that your friend has three older brothers and is also impressionable in this situation. Nonetheless, I still felt a sense of relief. Thank goodness I could divert the blame from the real source of this cerebral contamination of my SIX-YEAR-OLD daughter. I had my

I’ll be a balmy summer’s morning and you’ll ride at a comfortable pace down rowdy sidewalk of flinders’ lane. Your thoughts will skim briefly over the funny conversation from the previous night, before settling with quiet satisfaction over the forlorn gurgles of your empty stomach. Pleasant chimes will become audible as your iPhone vibrates, and when your heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach, somewhere, you’ll know. Call it what you like, we think its fear, but it’s chemical. It’s the imbalances in the brain, fluctuations in the level of cortisol and serotonin that stimulate your senses and rev up the volume of those voices inside your head; those uncalled for whispers that tell you you can’t; no Jeanie, you shouldn’t, it’s not worth it in its cautious, menacing little voice.

An image of a young woman in her late twenties with dark brown hair sitting on her couch watching some movie about a sheriff who has to track a missing cattle rancher appears. The woman's face was hidden behind a field of haze, but everything else was crystal clear. The haze began to dissolve allowing me to quickly realize that the woman is my older sister Jennifer. Jennifer's life is much better than mine she's married, has two kids, and gets payed a lot more money than I do, but I don't and would never hold any of that against her. Christopher raised his left hand his fingers descended into his palm forming a fist. Horrendous screams and gasps for air travel from my homeland into the Enchanted Forest. I peer into my homeland, and see my sister

Just the mention of her name sends bolts of fiery pain shooting into my chest nearly rendering me incapable of breathing in any more of the heavy school building air. But more than that - how dare he compare Mack to his warped and tainted perception of me?

All my life i've been asked, “Why are you so quiet?” As I was growing up through middle school I was always the quiet girl. There was a guy that didn't like the fact that i was so quiet and nice so what he would do is call me all kinds of names and be mean to me in any kind of way that's possible just so i wouldn't be nice anymore. I’m a good person and thats when i liked everyone i never did anything to just hurt no one. Thats is considered bullying for no reason at all. Its just not fair. How can someone be so nice and still be picked on. My whole life I've been the quiet girl that no one wanted to work with because I was so quiet. I've been picked on because apparently I was too nice. I've been picked on because they knew there wasn't a thing I was going to do back. I thought that's what you had to do to get friends be nice. Apparently that's what doesn't make you

I did not like to be mean to other people. I was made to do these horrible things to them in order to have a home. My family did not like the fact that I was still pleasantly to them. They banished me and chained my magic up with a mirror and put some spells on me, so people can summon me as slavery. I was still powerful, but this mirror played tricks on me by influencing me to be evil. I met this woman, which is Queen Brangomar and when we first met, she told me her story and told me about her “awful” step-daughter. I felt bad for her, so I told her the spells, so she can summon me. Then she went on and on about how she hated her because she was prettier than she was. I was shocked by how jealous this woman was and what she will do to compete with her. Even though, I told her that magic came with a price, she still did not care. Every time I turned around, she was summoning me, which was truly annoying. This is when I knew I made a mistake by telling her the spell to call for me. The reasons why she was asking for me was even more annoying than her casting the spell to call me. It was because she wanted more magic to look younger, or someone was mean to her, so she asked me to cast spells on them and maker her prettier. Even though, I had to do this, I did gain a few laughs out of some situations. I made fun of how truly jealous this woman was and how ugly she became because of of her jealousy. She even wanted to make Snow White

In this listen passage, Susan talked about her experience when she was young. She met a car accident when she was 17 years old. She got the injury on her brain and lost the reading ability. During her recovering period in the reading skill training class, Susan met a 27-year-old guy who seemed like have some disabilities. When Susan introduced herself, the guy just wrote what Susan said. Such situation happened repeatedly. One day, Susan decided to figure out a way to solve this quandary. Susan started to ignore him and pretend teaching an invisible student to learn the word. Suddenly, the old guy realized that everything has a name. Finally, Susan used her way to help the old guy read the word and recover successfully.

“And the academy award for best actress in a drama goes to…” my heart was racing. I don’t even remember who’s presenting some actor in some big teen franchise that I thought I was to hipster to watch. God I’m regretting that now, I’m going forever know as the self-absorbed actress who thinks she’s too good to remember someone’s name. If I even win… oh god what if I don’t win what if I end up like Leonardo DiCaprio, nominated like 30 times but never wins.

I walk into the lunchroom and immediately spot Marlee. She has long, pretty, dark hair, unlike my thick blonde hair. Today she is wearing a purple dress, with a pretty pattern, but right now just looking at her makes me cringe. Quickly, I turn my head, pretending not to see her. Recently, she has been contradicting everything I say. She always insists she is right, but she will never see it from a different perspective.