*Scritch* *Scritch* "....." *Sigh* *Scritch* *Scritch* *Scritch* "No..." I mumble crumbling up my paper, throwing it in the trash. Recently, I've been struggling writing a story. But that didnt really matter , my short attention span would just get me bored and into a new thing. I slouch into my chair , the sound of books turning and keyboards clicks slowly lulling me to sleep. *RING* *RING* *RING* "Mmph!" I jump out of my chair earning some looks form others leaving. Quickly calming myself down I pick up all my stuff heading towards my class. As I dodge everyone, I misstep bumping into someone. I quickly mutter out a 'sorry' and try to walk away but they try to grab my arm. Quickly shooting it forward I look back glaring at the person. …show more content…
"UGH! Your just gonna walk away like you own the world you slut?!?!" 'Well actually is you act me you're the one doing that..' "ANSWER ME YOU BITCH" Allyson raises her trying to slap me. I catch her hand flipping her onto her stomach, putting her hand behind her back. She struggles, squirming profusely shouting for me to let her go. Aswell as complaining about her hair and nails. I raise an eyebrow before letting her go. Before she could even talk I yank at her shirt whispering in her ear. "Try that again bitch and you'll end up in a grave." I whisper harshly, pushing her to the floor again. I walk away ignoring the stares,finally ending up at my class. Mr. Hutchinson greets me at the door, asking me a question. "Good Morning Ms.Perez, did you do your homework?" I blink twice. " Nope. " I pop the "p" , wagging finger guns at him. Mr Hutch gives me a disapproving look before starting class. He begins to play a video, passing out a sheet to take notes. Before I could even right down my name the door slams open, I look up annoyed and
“What are you doing?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Acknowledging her comment, I look her directly in the
On October 28, 2014 on a sunny sunday afternoon all you here is me yelling what time is it then my team saying “Game Time!!!”. This was the last round of playoffs, whoever won this game was going to the championships at Pal stadium. There was a lot of muggin going on (staring at someone in an angry way) because we were playing Union City our rivals. But #10 was looking at me like someone told him who I was. He was wearing his Union city uniform he was about 5’8 a lil taller than me.
After fumbling with his notepad for a moment he nods his head, pointing at the scribbles that randomly litter his paper. I glare at him for a moment, trying to determine whether he was really paying attention, before I just sigh and shake my head. Whatever, it's not worth it, its not like he's going
After school, Tomas and Ashlyn sat on the bleachers at my tryouts for volleyball. I passed the tryouts, I ran up the bleachers with them “I won’t know until tomorrow. But how do you guys think I did?” Ashlyn stood up and hugged “You did perfect. I never knew you liked volleyball.”
I slowly started to back away from the middle of the class and towards the side lines - where I am less likely to get hit. What I didn't notice was that there was a girl right behind me facing her back towards me. I did not realize she was there until I backed completely into her. Shocked by the sudden contact I jumped quickly away and into the way of a passing ball.
On November 08 approximately 2000 Victor Dejesus called me to inform me that my daughter Judyann Gonzalez was not at home since early that morning. About an hour later 2100 Judyann Gonzalez called me to let me know that she was with a friend and her husband all day and she was on her way home at that moment. I called Victor Dejesus to let him know the she called me and she was on her way home. Monday November 09, 2015 at approximately 1847 again Victor Dejesus called and stated that my daughter Judyann again left the house early Monday morning. I called my daughter without any responded and I left her a message in her voice mail.
High school is full of drama. I like to think myself above it, as many do. But as much as one runs away from something, there's always the chance it’ll still bite you- which i’ve learned first-handedly. My friends are always feuding, they’re like cats, it almost seems like they were never friends.Then here I am- the dopey loving dog who just sits and wishes for a happy family. It is difficult being in the middle because you are 2x as likely to be accused of choosing sides or being a “backstabber”, there is no doubt that it is a fine line to walk. However, let me tell you, being the calm eye in the anger storm is great. I am the only voice of reason, the bridge over the gap. My own calm and happy vibes almost seem to radiate off me onto the feuding, originating from
The room was dead silent. As I advanced up the marble staircase to the stage, my shaking hands clenched tightly around my bassoon. Each step echoed off the beige panels of the auditorium. “Bassoon #2343, please begin your excerpt when you are ready.”
“Ahem, Mr. Lopez?” came a feminine voice directly in front of me. I heard her clear her throat loudly, slowly tapping her fingers on my desk. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I'd sure hate to be a bother.” Recognizing that disappointing tone of voice I internally panicked- my disguise had failed. I reluctantly looked up and locked eyes with my 7th grade math teacher, who was staring daggers at me. Before I even had the chance to mutter a half-baked excuse, she quickly reached over my textbook and grabbed the open copy of Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban that I had actually been reading.
I essentially said “fuck this” and started walking even slower just so she could get a few (hundred) paces away from me, all while glaring at her, hoping that she notices with the third eye in the back of her
On the drive home from Scott’s birthday bash, the night’s events blitz my brain. What in the hell possessed me to bring up Elizabeth? Not that I regret it, I don’t. His secret festered inside me.
I couldn't stop thinking about David and Charlie and the next day I was a nervous wreck. Julia called me, and I could not bring myself to tell her about my breakfast the day before, never mind my dinner and movie plans for the evening. Then she went and did it - she straight out asked me. “So have you heard from cute Charlie or gorgeous David yet?” “Yes, I had breakfast with them both yesterday,” I said and waited for her to erupt.
Title??? I thought I was safe. I thought that I was safe with her. I guess I thought a lot of things
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).
“Gagandeep sir. We are grade eighth students. We were suppose to in our English class.” I murmured.