My Daughter Monologue

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep: the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite”

Day One. My nimble twelve year old fingers grasped at the stubby number two pencil. I scribbled the quote again in my handwriting that looked like a disabled monkey ate my hand, but left some useable nubs. My eyes kept darting for the best written quote. If he doesn’t like my handwriting how are we supposed to have six kids two dogs and a cat I worried to myself. Our relationship hadn’t even begun and I was already ruining it. The world will end right here right now if he hates it. I panicked and picked the one that looked slightly less terrible. I wasn’t sure if the librarians old lady perfume infected my brain or I had

The gentle hum of my heart quickly turned into the drummer in the marching band trying to outshine the rest. He was getting closer to me. My white cheeks went aflame and turned the brightest red. My brown eyes locked with his blue pearls, we were a match in heaven. My heart was brutally ripped from my body as he walked right past me. The love of my life the man of my dreams, the father of my future six children. I let him slip right past me. Our six kids two dogs and a cat were now fading from my mind. I tried to grasp my slowing failing dreams, but they were like falling butter. I luckily caught the scent of his musk as he strutted right by. Old sweat and dirty laundry, my favourite. Suddenly the future I made for us came back to me. It would happen we are meant to be. I quickly shuffled the crumpled note out of my pocket. The same devilish smile grew on my face. My legs magically started going back to his locker. I was like the fat man in cartoons being lifted by the smell of pie. I pushed my declaration of love into his locker. Our wedding day flashed before my very eyes. I am in

I took shallow breaths as I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw myself in a wedding gown. I was overcome with a wave of happiness. The happiness a psychopath gets as they stalk their victim. I was the predator his heart was my pray. I was Smeagol and he was my precious. I was Trump and he was bright orange spray on tan. I recited the poem to myself, pretending that the mirror was him. He loved the poem. He too wanted to grow old and die with me, he too wanted to be buried in the same grave. He wanted everything I wanted. Six kids two dogs and cat. Six kids to bury us together. Two dogs to lay on our shared grave. And a cat to eat the birds who poop on our tombstone. I rushed out of the dirty girls bathroom. The butterflies in my stomach made me feel like a human hot air balloon. He seemed to never be at his locker during lunch. The butterflies flew to my throat as soon as I had made it. Perhaps one day when this no good school shuts down we’ll buy this locker, put it right in our living room for all to see. This is where we fell in love. I slid the note and ran off. Six kids two dogs and a