The Walker Monologue

The Walkers (?)
I saw her from the distance; her eyes a sickly green, and her hair the palest it had ever been. But nevertheless, it was Juliet Walker, and I hadn’t seen her for months. “Julie! Jules!” I called to her. I shut my locker, lunch in hand, as her head slowly turned and we locked eyes. “Kennedy, hello!” She drifted across the packed school hallway toward me. “It’s been too long. I am sorry that I haven’t talked to you in a while.” I shrugged it off. The last time I had seen Juliet was just after she was in a traumatic car accident. She’d lost everyone. I was her only family now.
“Ghost girl! Ghost girl!” chanted the cafeteria as I walked in. I smelled the baby powder that was thrown at me and furrowed my eyebrows.
“What are
They’ve never liked us. But what does it really matter? By the time you die, you won’t even be thinking about them anymore.”
As we sat down and started eating our lunch, Juliet and I caught up for the time we had lost. She told me all of the things she had to do when she was recovering from her injuries, and how she couldn’t even see when her family was buried. I told her about
Brom, Schetz 2 how the rest of our sophomore year went and how boring my summer was. My family had dragged me on what felt like millions of trips to get my mind of the state Juliet was in. After lunch, it was math class, which was torture. As I set my books down on the chair next to me to save Juliet a seat, I noticed some friends from freshman year and called over to them. “Hey, guys!” Katie, Olivia, and Sophie waved, a cautious vibe in their body language. “Hi,” Katie answers, stumbling toward my
“Wanna walk home with me? You can say hi to my family!” Juliet slowly nodded.

Brom, Schetz 3
The cool Vermont air blew as we walked back to my house. Leaves fell into my hair, but somehow they missed Juliet. I groaned. “I love fall, but I hate all these dirty leaves. My hair is never clean. How do they always miss you?” Juliet shook her head. “I’m not sure. It’s like they fall through me.” Then she laughed, a little too loudly in my opinion. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! What, do you think I’m dead or something?” Her eyes filled with tears, and I figured she was thinking about her family and how they didn’t survive the terrible accident. We climbed up the many steps to my front door, but no one was home. Juliet seemed tense, and when I turned to face her, she was gone. “Juliet? Jules? Julie! Where’d you go?” I felt a panic in my stomach. I knew something was wrong. I ran into the house. I had to get to the land line. I had to call the police. I entered my parents’ room and that’s when I saw it. A tattered newspaper article was on their bed.
Family Dies in Tragic Car