Thrasher Monologue

Everything had began magnificently the day I attended the renaissance fair. It was the first time I’d ever been to any festival of the sort, and the air was full of magic. At exactly 10:30 in the morning, the ceremony began. The King and Queen presented themselves atop the castle’s balcony to address their people. As the beautiful royals welcomed us into their kingdom, my heart beat erratically, and I crossed the threshold with my breath held. There were so many events that I wanted to see, and activities I wanted to try; I couldn’t wait to get inside. I wasn’t just an ordinary guest, however, I had a job to do. Carrying my instrument lightly with one hand, dressed as a princess and feeling important, I walked proudly through the bustling

“I was super nervous” says Davis. As her and her fellow choir members were waiting to go on stage.The Westover Junior High choir were performing for the first time. “ It’s nerve racking because you never know if you will or someone else will mess up and then the whole choir could go down.” adds Davis. Mrs. Daniels finished her intro it was time for the big moment. “We walk onstage just like we practiced the day before.” explains Davis. The bright lights hit their faces as

The both of us, Nia and Yohancey went to go see Avenue Q; we were pleased with our choice on that show after you, professor Adler had spoken about it so much. We decided to go to the play on Wednesday, April 21st. It was the day of the Jesuit Court carnival so as soon as it ended at 5 we went to get showered dressed and catch the shuttle. We were on the way to the city by 5:30 so that we could figure out how to get our tickets for the show and at a cheap rate. I printed out tickets so that we could get cheaper seats but when we got to the path I realized I left it in my dorm; fortunately my mom works in the city so she printed it out for me. When we got into

On the Twenty-Eighth Day, the Outer Bailey was graced with an event that surrounded Courtesy and Decorum with Mistress Josie as its hostess. In her own words, the event was designed to give Denizens the opportunity to learn what a formal ball might consist of in the Inner Bailey. To prepare for this event, the mistress teamed up with the Royal Curator, Master Jeffery to teach Denizens in the Outer Bailey about courtly dancing.

On Monday, I opened the front doors to my school and was hit with a wave of voices and bickering from all sides of me. There was a semi-large group of people gathered around a newspaper page hung on the wall. After pushing through the group to see the newspaper, i recognized the two boys shown on the picture. It was Johnny and Ponyboy, both running frantically around a church engulfed in flames. This had been the talk of the town lately, how a couple of greasers rescued children from a burning building. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation running through the group. Everyone was talking about how greasers could do something so heroic. But instead of sounding surprised, or even grateful the children were alive, they were calling Johnny and Ponyboy terrible things I don’t want to even begin to remember. Why? They’d been so brave, running into a burning building like that to save those children. Anyone else would’ve let them burn in there.

When we enter this new universe surrounding a young boy known as Ponyboy who has a very interesting and unusual name. At first we are confused of to what is the conflict, until Pony meats a fine group of socs. And we assume immediately that the socs are the spoiled rich kids who have no struggles while the greasers are the more diverse group who have many heartaches. But is this really the case? Does the book give more diversity and life to the socs?

We all finally agree to go. As we start walking over to the house things start to feel weird and I start to hear little whispers. I ignore it though and just keep walking.

Hello everyone, thank you all for coming to remember Johnny. Most of you know me as Cherry Valance, and even though i didn't know johnny as much as i knew ponyboy, losing johnny has been one of the hardests deaths for me to process. Before you say anything, I loved bob and it's hard to go through the process of losing him. This has been horrible because of how much he meant to me. But losing johnny hit me in some other way, a way that has made me rethink all my decisions and how the socs treated the greasers, how i treated the greasers. I could treat the greasers so horrible sometimes until the night i met johnny and ponyboy at the drive in movie theatre.

“It doesn’t matter what you scored the last time you played here it’s a new day and you will do amazing” added the other teammate.

Johnny surprised Ponyboy extraordinarily by his act towards the Soc. It will leave my mind blank that someone I knew killed someone right in front of my very eyes. I will not ditch Johnny though, I will stay loyal and stick together with him. We got in this situation together, now we will get out of it. I will be a victim of this tragic event, meaning the Socs will come after me for revenge, so I’d run away far from the city and my family.

All I ever thought about was the time I almost killed a kid. His names Johnny, Johnny Cade. He was an innocent little boy, he had dark eyes along with dark hair. He had tan skin and was the smallest out of all his friends. I was with my buddies in my blue Mustang, and we saw him walking. Us socs are the high class and we wear nice, expensive clothes and live in big houses and have nice cars. Then there's the greasers who wear old hand-me-downs and live in crappy houses and don't have very good families or a lot of money. You see, there's a lot of tension between us. It’s fun for the socs like me to jump the greasers, I guess it doesn't do anything for us but we just get a kick out of it. I'm really not a bad guy but I try to act tough, which

The team cheer and chant ‘SPI-RIT! SPI-RIT! SPI-RIT!’ as they each make their way back to their lockers to finish getting ready. Ali smiles down at her phone as she sees her brothers name appear: ‘sorry i cant be there for your match :( i know you

Just me and you, comedian, right? With your blasters and flashing eye You should better be prepared, because soon Your last hour strikes One step left now It's almost time

When they finish and their eyes open to see the reaction of the crowd, that is when they truly feel accomplished. Similarly, when I finished speaking, I felt as if my eyes had just “opened” to their surroundings. To my left, the judges were deep in their rubrics, slightly nodding their heads and raising their eyebrows. To my right, the other contestants, faces petrified as if seeing something that can never be unseen. In front me, a crowd of only around 30 students, now completely engrossed and clapping to a teenager in a baggy shirt and dress pants. I concluded that my purpose for delivering this poem was not to impress the judges with an emotional portrayal preaching respect. My goal was to leave the audience in awe simply for the message that David Wagoner and I were

DudeTacular It killed my family. It was TheBrokenBone! I was 10 so what could I do, I ran. I ran all the way to my house