The Raven Monologue

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My left foot was on the ground and my right foot was on the side of a stranger’s car, while I waited for Draven to open his car. Meanwhile, I drew skull and crossbones on my blue jeans with my thin black marker on my right pant leg. Drawing calmed me. Abby said, “Sinead, I’m sorry what happened to your mom.” I needed to draw more now that I was not calm anymore, so I drew random swirls connected to the skull and crossbones. My dad couldn’t care less what I did and my mom is dead. Murdered. Not sure by who, though. “Thank you,” I tried not to cry. Abby, Flint, and I waited for Draven to open his van. Flint scratched his soul patch. “Why do you need a van, anyway?” I asked Draven. “You’re just one kid,” “So we can chill when we don’t …show more content…

I felt like I was going to die as if I was in a chemical weapon cloud. Half of the occupants in the van smoking and the other trying with little success to cover it up. I normally didn’t like the smell of cigarettes, but I prefer that to Abby’s perfume, so I hoped the guys kept smoking. They kept inhaling, even though they were slowly killing us. Draven pulled out notebook paper from his backpack. I wasn’t sure what it was for. “Can you stop smoking those cigars?” Abby pleaded. “It's not a cigar. It's a cigarette,” answered Draven. “And I'd prefer it if we did. It relaxes me,” chimed in Flint. Hm. Flint and I both had things that relaxed us. At least mine didn’t kill me. Mine was drawing and his was smoking. Abby grabbed a piece of paper from the stack, tore it out, and sprayed some perfume on it. She then proceeded to hold it to her nose. I didn’t know why she did that, but I didn’t care to ask. Flint coughed and a plume of smoke encircled Abby's head like a halo. “If you're not gonna stop puffin,’ I'll have to…” She dropped her safety paper and lunged for Flint, “I'll have to wrestle it from ya!” Flint and Draven played a game of monkey in the middle using a cigarette in the van, with Abby in the

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