Dramatic Monologue

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One day Ava was at the park and she felt like someone was watching . Ava would turn around and no one was there it felt like a ghost was watching her . Later she walked home and still felt someone was watching her but then she heard someone say my name it sounded like my dead mother but she thought I Must be hearing things and didn’t think much about it . I Got home and dad wasn’t there . He must of work extra hours she said . Ava went to the fridge to see what there was their was some leftover spaghettI and chicken she heated it up in the microwave and ate it . After Ava was done she went to watch tv and a ghost show was on . The show wasn’t that scary but half way into the show a car past really fast and through …show more content…

Isaid , yah , what your name ? He said , Lucas Phillips . what you name ? Ava hunter He said , That a pretty name With a smile , I Smiled back . Then he said , Let hangout sometime . Isaid , okay , when . He said , maybe today at 5 . Then a girl came and kissed lucas . Lucas turned red then he came to me and said I Don't know who that was it must of been a dare or something . Then the girl that kissed lucas said that was a dare I'm not trying to take your boyfriend . I Turned red and said He is not my boyfriend . She said are you new I Said yes . Then more girls came up to me and asked me the same question . I Responded , why is everyone asking me that ? Because you just got asked to go hang out with the most popular boy in school and he has no girl friend so you might me his girlfriend everyone would be jealous and you would be the most popular girl and become Prom queen . I Looked at them like they were crazy ,then Lucas came back in the classroom and said to me , How about Idrive you home I Don't want you to ride the bus on your

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