Winnie The Pooh Monologue

“ 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.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

A 15 year old boy named Tay has moved to New York ,but where him and his family moved was on the very bad side of New York where it is heavily gang affiliated. When he was driving into his new neighborhood he see a lot of trash every where on the ground alot of people standing outside of a ‘’YMCA’’ stray pit bulls and bulldogs silver trash cans knocked over on the street. Tay sounded disappointed ‘’this place does not look like it is kept up well’’ Tay mother ‘’

I am cherry,I have red hair,and am a cheerleader. I have a friend named Ponyboy,he is a good friend. He is part of a squad, called the greasers. He lives with his two brothers Sodapop and Darry.

To my hopes, I was able to publish this chapter much sooner than expected. I'm hoping to get another chapter out this week, but I can't be certain due to the fact I'll be very busy starting on Friday. Anyways, I apologize for any grammatical errors present and please rate and review. Also, sorry for any medical or other inaccuracies. I don't own The Outsiders or it's characters.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

I woke up in a hospital and I asked the nurse ware Ponyboy and Dally were . Then stinging pain hit my back like a heater shot my then i remembered church in blazes and when my and Ponyboy and me saved the children in the church and then an ambulance showed up then I blacked out.

My glasses drop down my nose as the sweat trickles down my face, and my head drops slightly. Miss Mayella has already lied numerous times, and she just keeps adding to the web. I peer across the courtroom, from the judge , to the jury, all the way to the prosecution table. This case has been a pain ever since the nudge appointed it to me, and now the whole town is in on it. “Now that we know more about each other Miss Mayella, I suppose it’d be best if we got to the case.

Major Players: Other students Faculty/staff at Wunderlich Myself BIG IDEAS: Body image, sexuality, self-love, overcoming, bullying ***************************************************************** PERSONAL EXPERIENCE (Experience that has had a profound effect on you) Event: Duke TIP Date: Summer of 2013, 2014 Description: Duke TIP is a camp for exceptional gifted kids, where you pick a class and live in a dorm for three weeks with other gifted kids.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Monkey Village- Keeper Amy, however, she called in and I was placed with Keeper Debbie, covered for Amy, in the morning and Danyelle, Baboon and Mandrill string, in the afternoon.

Four aged rings did a bell tower cry, across the night veiled scape. Every lonely street of the sleeping town shifted in dread, as the winds of time shook every sleeping mind. All who dreamed, dreaming and dreamt fashioned themselves to the approaching dawn - servants to the morning light. But first to wake was the moon, casting her beams across the many cobblestone roads in defiance of the upcoming day. The many devious shadows of the night hid their children behind lampposts, benches, houses, and what few beating hearts sat in darkness.

Laughing.out.loud about the pictures. I have no explanation. God simply does not want you to see my photos. Sometimes it's $50 to taste stuff!

Disgusting! I am creating something that has no beauty appeal! Eyes that reflect the sun and skin as soft as silk, it’ll never have! Should I invest such a lengthy portion of my life to develop a physical being that has no unity to anything other than the first devil? I’ve placed the animals meats in the boiler.

I don’t know how long I’ve been running, nor do I care. I just know I have to get away, escape from the creature and its rancid, hot breath. I can almost hear its heavy paws giving chase, snapping the slender branches on the ground as it covers the distance between us. The hair on the back of my neck rises and I have to force my fear down or else I’ll stop, my legs will give in and I won’t be able to go on. I must not stop.