Monologue that I randomly made up. I make up characters when I am given a project and so... Yeah. BUT this is the first story that popped into my head and seeing as I had a some-what same character in my other journal entry (The theater one) I thought I should intorduce you all to Callie Whilder.
(Note: This is a thought she is having while on a bus ride.)
Monologue:
Callie: Mommy... I want you to know that I'm all grown up, I want you to know that I can now... Oficially... Make choices by myself that will affect my life. Mommy, I want you to know that I stopped thinking boys had cooties in the fifth grade... And I started haveing fun with them in the seventh grade. Mommy, I want to tell you that the little girl you raised... Is now twenty one and she can take care of herself, no matter how little responsibility she showed when she was younger. Mommy, I want you to know I have a boyfriend... Three actually... One on the internet... One in Vegas... And one at my apartment waiting for me. Mommy I want you to know that I first shop lifted when I was twelve, smoked when I was seventeen and drank when you stayed up all night crying over me. Mommy I want you to know I'm the center of attention in every club I visit... With my long red hair and my dazzleing green eyes... Neither of which I was born with... I can say things like... [Points to man on the bus staring into space] "You! You're a moron!" and [points to woman] "You have a horrid smile!" [Points to little boy] "Your mommy and daddy don't love you!!" [turns back to audience] without feeling any remorse. Mommy, I want you to know I am a big girl.. I want you to know that you don't have to worry about me.... Mommy... I want you to stop crying over me... And get some sleep.
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Also, I was on the bus and thought you readers may enjoy a small story...
Hazel eyes falling through the clouds as she decended towards the earth. Pale blue glow emmited from her thin body as the leather skirt and top dwindled in the warm breeze of the summer. Mouth open in shear delight, her straight white teeth almost seemed to glow. Her skin was noticably brown when she reached the earth, she had the look of an indian girl, no older than twenty three and no more matture than a ten year old. Her midnight black hair was braided into two tiny braids that delicatly lined her face. Her curious eyes scanned the sidewalk, this was a time she had never been... She had visited many of her other forms but this one would prove to be the most intriging. She carried herself on the heel of her foot as she walked along the sidewalk being unseen to the normal human eye. She finally reached a house and floated through the upstairs window, no need for a door. She let her hazel eyes fall on the thin girl who sat on the bed holding a doll that was ment for children much younger than she. This girl had dark skin, darker than hers and she had dark brown eyes that matched her rather frizzy hair. She looked no older that thirteen, she wore glasses with a thick black rim over her beautiful eyes and a weird metal contraption in her mouth. As she played with the pink fringe of the dolls dress tears slid down her warm cheeks. A cradel sat across the room and a picture of three children on the wall. Two little girls and one tiny boy. The girl on the bed was obviously the oldest and her skin matched the skin of the little boy, the little girl was lighter skinned with blue eyes and blond hair, she didn't really fit in... She seemed to be the youngest as she was just an infant at the time of the photograph. Suddenly the door opened and the little boy appeared and slowly stepped over to what had to be his sister. The spirit watched curiously as he put an arm around her and whipped away her tears, whispering "Mom said that the funeral will be next week.". He seemed to have less understanding of the problem, it hadn't struck him until the words "Funeral" floated out of his pink lips. He struggled to hold back tears as he looked to the picture. The spirit tilted her head and sat down before them as her hazel eyes studdied them. "Tucker... Why is it I feel I have lost so much when really I have only lost the little girl who was forcefully thrust upon our family five months ago?" She asked. The little boy looked at her, "Hannah was our little wonder. She may have been given to us through the strange ways of family and death... But she brought light to our normally dim home... Hannah... Hannah was our retreat..." He said, "Hannah was our life." He stood up and patted his sisters shoulder as she started to sob. He forced himself to walkout of the room and away from the sadness. The spirit stood as well and tilted her head at the small girl that was another form of her. She turned to look at the picture to see a small baby in the crib holding the bars of it, showing a light blue glow. "Hello young child... You cause much misery." She said and pulled up the small child, "why you would leave your family in such a hurry... I guess I will never know." She said and then started to float out of the the house, not even noticing the small child waving good bye to her big sister... One last time.
(Note: This is a thought she is having while on a bus ride.)
Monologue:
Callie: Mommy... I want you to know that I'm all grown up, I want you to know that I can now... Oficially... Make choices by myself that will affect my life. Mommy, I want you to know that I stopped thinking boys had cooties in the fifth grade... And I started haveing fun with them in the seventh grade. Mommy, I want to tell you that the little girl you raised... Is now twenty one and she can take care of herself, no matter how little responsibility she showed when she was younger. Mommy, I want you to know I have a boyfriend... Three actually... One on the internet... One in Vegas... And one at my apartment waiting for me. Mommy I want you to know that I first shop lifted when I was twelve, smoked when I was seventeen and drank when you stayed up all night crying over me. Mommy I want you to know I'm the center of attention in every club I visit... With my long red hair and my dazzleing green eyes... Neither of which I was born with... I can say things like... [Points to man on the bus staring into space] "You! You're a moron!" and [points to woman] "You have a horrid smile!" [Points to little boy] "Your mommy and daddy don't love you!!" [turns back to audience] without feeling any remorse. Mommy, I want you to know I am a big girl.. I want you to know that you don't have to worry about me.... Mommy... I want you to stop crying over me... And get some sleep.
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Also, I was on the bus and thought you readers may enjoy a small story...
Hazel eyes falling through the clouds as she decended towards the earth. Pale blue glow emmited from her thin body as the leather skirt and top dwindled in the warm breeze of the summer. Mouth open in shear delight, her straight white teeth almost seemed to glow. Her skin was noticably brown when she reached the earth, she had the look of an indian girl, no older than twenty three and no more matture than a ten year old. Her midnight black hair was braided into two tiny braids that delicatly lined her face. Her curious eyes scanned the sidewalk, this was a time she had never been... She had visited many of her other forms but this one would prove to be the most intriging. She carried herself on the heel of her foot as she walked along the sidewalk being unseen to the normal human eye. She finally reached a house and floated through the upstairs window, no need for a door. She let her hazel eyes fall on the thin girl who sat on the bed holding a doll that was ment for children much younger than she. This girl had dark skin, darker than hers and she had dark brown eyes that matched her rather frizzy hair. She looked no older that thirteen, she wore glasses with a thick black rim over her beautiful eyes and a weird metal contraption in her mouth. As she played with the pink fringe of the dolls dress tears slid down her warm cheeks. A cradel sat across the room and a picture of three children on the wall. Two little girls and one tiny boy. The girl on the bed was obviously the oldest and her skin matched the skin of the little boy, the little girl was lighter skinned with blue eyes and blond hair, she didn't really fit in... She seemed to be the youngest as she was just an infant at the time of the photograph. Suddenly the door opened and the little boy appeared and slowly stepped over to what had to be his sister. The spirit watched curiously as he put an arm around her and whipped away her tears, whispering "Mom said that the funeral will be next week.". He seemed to have less understanding of the problem, it hadn't struck him until the words "Funeral" floated out of his pink lips. He struggled to hold back tears as he looked to the picture. The spirit tilted her head and sat down before them as her hazel eyes studdied them. "Tucker... Why is it I feel I have lost so much when really I have only lost the little girl who was forcefully thrust upon our family five months ago?" She asked. The little boy looked at her, "Hannah was our little wonder. She may have been given to us through the strange ways of family and death... But she brought light to our normally dim home... Hannah... Hannah was our retreat..." He said, "Hannah was our life." He stood up and patted his sisters shoulder as she started to sob. He forced himself to walkout of the room and away from the sadness. The spirit stood as well and tilted her head at the small girl that was another form of her. She turned to look at the picture to see a small baby in the crib holding the bars of it, showing a light blue glow. "Hello young child... You cause much misery." She said and pulled up the small child, "why you would leave your family in such a hurry... I guess I will never know." She said and then started to float out of the the house, not even noticing the small child waving good bye to her big sister... One last time.
