The Monologue Of Alice Brooks

Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he

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.”

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,

Hi Alice! How are you doing? Fine? I hope so.

My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.

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.

the queen of red yells "off with their head!" and everyone scatters like leaves but follow me and you will see... Wonderland at its finest through Tulgey Wood we'll go and every fragment of the looking glass holds a memory as we reassemble the pieces you'll be set free the world you left behind will no longer be your home Wonderland will always be

The man has a startled look in his eyes. I was sitting on the bench outside of the mall, waiting for my mother to finish up in line, as I noticed a small, star looking shape tattoo on his ring finger. As we make eye contact, the look soon started to fade. The man was sitting on the bench across from me. Out of all of the benches, he had to chose the one right in front of me? Hazel Grace Lancaster? A grin starts to appear on the man’s face. I look away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the man’s eyes pierced towards me. Something started to shimmer as I tried looking away. It was a name tag. The name tag read Joe. I soon realized that his old, frightening eyes had been watching my every move. What is wrong with this man? I had been thinking

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

Doctor Charleston placed his hand on my arm and said, “You or the baby will survive. Not both. I’m sorry.” but little did he know that I am immortal, which if you did not know means that I can’t die, or that there is only one way, so it is very difficult. Some of you are probably thinking why don’t you just tell him that and all will be good, and I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but I am not aloud to tell anyone and I mean ANYONE about this or I will get banished from my family and friends, etc.

Alice Smith is a 28-year-old, single Millennium woman, whom is self-assertive. She is a secondary school teacher at Landis Intermediate School in Vineland New Jersey. Alice enjoyed the fundamentals of math, so she followed in her father’s footsteps. And became an 8 grade Mathematics teacher.

I'll never forget the day I began to suspect that their was an advantage to being a white Anglo-Saxon Protestant.

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

I break away from his hold right before Abigail and the court ladies come back, “Your Highnesses, your tea.” I get up, pick up a cup of tea and throw it at Henry and say “Don’t talk about my sister ever again. Please look at it from my point of view. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” As I walk away I hear him cursing under his breath but his stupidity is not something I can deal with right now. Abigail rushes to him, trying to clean up his shirt. “Abigail, let’s go. You are my maid, not his.” I walk to throne room to see my parents sitting in their chairs. I walk up to the bottom of the stairs and kneel and bow my head in front of them. “My king and queen, please reconsider. I can let Victoria take the throne with no opposition. She deserves the

We order a third round of Mojitos and I acknowledge, with a smidgen of approval, that Rosa is a master of seduction. Half an hour earlier, wandering the cobbled streets of La Habana Vieja (old Havana) I had caught the eye of this lovely young woman near a street stall. In half a blink, she was beside us. Were we hungry? Thinking about dinner? Could she recommend a special restaurant?