Shelbie Monologue
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“UGH! Shelbie can not say things like that! At least not about me!” I thought what she said about me inside my head. I’m sorry let me start from the beginning. My name’s Bianca and I’m not what you call… “popular.” I’m more what you call an outsider. I sit in class and I learn but, I observe more than I talk.
I am a abnormally pale, 16 year old girl. I have long straight black hair. I constantly wear black, black jeans, black dress shirts , and of course black high heels. I always have red nail polish on and my nails are really long, and really sharp. I have brown eyes and long lashes. I always wear red lipstick as well.
Shelbie is a girl who is really popular. She plays all sports, and has the long, wavy, medium chestnut …show more content…
I HATE Shelbie! She can’t say things like that about me!
Later that day, Bianca invited Shelbie over to stay the night, but Shelbie did not know what she was getting herself into.
Shelbie finally came over which she had never been over to Bianca’s house. When she arrived in front of her house she looked at her two story house. Judging by the look of it, it looked like she lived in a cookie cutter neighborhood. With all the houses looking the same, same red shutters, same white color, same brown door, and same staircase leading up to the door. But her house was different. It was… the opposite of the rest. It was a dark black house house, bigger than the rest. It set off a vibe, though she couldn't place her finger on it.
She continued her way to the door, she knocked on the door with caution. In two seconds flat bianca peaked her head out the door. In the first time shelbie had seen her she looked timid and soft. It reassured her that she wasn't in risk of anything, not that she thought she was. Bianca invited her in and lead her to the kitchen where she was already making dinner, she was making spaghetti and green beans. In no time at all bianca was done making dinner. They sat down in the dining room and ate
“UGH! Shelbie can not say things like that! At least not about me!” I thought what she said about me inside my head. I’m sorry let me start from the beginning. My name’s Bianca and I’m not what you call… “popular.” I’m more what you call an outsider. I sit in class and I learn but, I observe more than I talk.
I am a abnormally pale, 16 year old girl. I have long straight black hair. I constantly wear black, black jeans, black dress shirts , and of course black high heels. I always have red nail polish on and my nails are really long, and really sharp. I have brown eyes and long lashes. I always wear red lipstick as well.
Shelbie is a girl who is really popular. She plays all sports, and has the long, wavy, medium chestnut …show more content…
I HATE Shelbie! She can’t say things like that about me!
Later that day, Bianca invited Shelbie over to stay the night, but Shelbie did not know what she was getting herself into.
Shelbie finally came over which she had never been over to Bianca’s house. When she arrived in front of her house she looked at her two story house. Judging by the look of it, it looked like she lived in a cookie cutter neighborhood. With all the houses looking the same, same red shutters, same white color, same brown door, and same staircase leading up to the door. But her house was different. It was… the opposite of the rest. It was a dark black house house, bigger than the rest. It set off a vibe, though she couldn't place her finger on it.
She continued her way to the door, she knocked on the door with caution. In two seconds flat bianca peaked her head out the door. In the first time shelbie had seen her she looked timid and soft. It reassured her that she wasn't in risk of anything, not that she thought she was. Bianca invited her in and lead her to the kitchen where she was already making dinner, she was making spaghetti and green beans. In no time at all bianca was done making dinner. They sat down in the dining room and ate