NEW MOON monologue

This I wrote one night, attempting to sketch the cover of Stephanie Meyer's New Moon. If anybody reads this, you may or may not know that I am a lover of the theatre. For you Twilight fans, (my father calls us "Twinkies,") you will enjoy this! The speaker is Alice Cullen, she is speaking to Bella. *SPOILER ALERT* It is from Chapter 19, "The Race" which is the chapter that Alice and Bella are on their way to Italy to save Edward Cullen. It is the first monologue I have created, although it's not from my own mind.

Speaker: Alice Cullen, speaking to first Jasper, and then to Bella
Setting: On a plane

[On the phone]
"I can't be sure, I keep seeing him do different things, he keeps changing his mind... A killing spree through the city, attacking the guard, lifting a car over his head in the main square... mostly things that would expose them- he knows that's the fastest way to force a reaction... [Waits as Jasper speaks on the other line]
"No, you cant. (Whispering) Tell Emmett no... Well, go after Emmett and Rosalie and bring them back... Think about it, Jasper. If he sees any of us, what do you think he will do?
[nods]
"Exactly. I think Bella is the only chance- if there is a chance.... I'll do everything that can be done, but prepare Carlisle; the odds arent good.
[laughs]
"I've thought about that.... Yes, I promise. (Pleading) Don't follow me. I promise, Jasper. One way or another, I'll get out.... And I love you.
[Eyes closed, leaning back in seat]
"I hate lying to him. Two reasons. The first I told him. We could try to stop Edward ourselves- if Emmett could get his hands on him, we might be able to stop him long enought to convince him you're alive. But we can't sneak up on Edward. And if he sees us coming for him, he'll just act that much faster. He'll throw a Buick through a wall or something, and the Volturi will take him down.
"That's the second reason, of course, the reason I couldn't say to Jasper. Because if they're there and the Volturi kill Edward, they'll fight them. Bella.
[opens eyes]
"If there were any chance we could win.... if there were a way that the four of us could save my brother by fighting for him, maybe it would be different. But we can't, and, Bella, I can't lose Jasper like that."

"The Race." New Moon. Meyer. Pg 425-426. Little, Brown and Co. 2006.

Thanks to Stephanie Meyer for writing such a wonderful book, and thanks Mrs. McGarvey of the Flathead High School Theatre Department for educating me in the theatre as well as Ms. Moody and Mr. Hashley.

My Lame December the 29

I wrote this one night while I was very sick. I was so bored and my boyfriend was ignoring me cause he had to watch a stupid Terminator movie. It was quite lame and pathetic. So I wrote a poem. It technically takes place on December the 28, but as I say in the poem, I was tired and bored. Not to mention I was really, really sick.

It's half-past midnight.

The day is now December the 29.

I'm tired and bored

But my man is still wide awake

Watching some lame-ass Terminator movie.

I wish I could be all warm,

Tucked snuggly in my bed,

Him next to me, my head on his chest

While his heart beats lullabies;

Singing me to sleep.

But no, I write poetry instead.

My day was long.

I just read all day

About "living impaired" hooking up with the living.

My head pounded and ached.

I ate a bowl of Golden Grahams.

My cat, she did save me,

From an itsy, bitsy spider

By nomming on it whole.

Not to be a whiner,

But I just ached...

The whole flippin' day.

An oober hot shower

Made me feel just a little bit better.

I went back to reading

My teen romance-supposed-to-be-horror-ish book

Wishing the spinning

Would just disapparate.

8 O' Clock came.

My boyfriend would be off work soon.

To dizzy to drive, but not wanting him to walk,

I compromised and walked to him.

We stopped at a grocery store on our way home.

Grabbed a frozen pizza

And his mom called.

She requested that additional people

At our home, be gone!

Then the boyfriend wanted a movie.

That stupid Terminator movie

Was the one he grabbed.

I complained,

So he grabbed Star Trek, too.

We came home and kicked the extras out.

My man put in the pizza

And Captain James T. Kirk as well.

I ate a slice and a half.

Now I feel like a nerd,

But I guess that's cool.

Nerds will someday rule the world!

The movie is still playing

And I'm at the end of my day.

A poem, two pages long, (on paper that is.)

Wow, some life I have.

What Am I?

I come in miniature glass bottles.

Various, colors, shades, and hues.

I can complete your outfit.

But if you're not careful,

I can stain anything I touch.

I'm used by all your girlfriends,

At all your girly slumber parties.

I'm shiny, dark, bright.

But the question is now...

Can you guess what I am?

It is not an apple. It's a cherry. It's supposed to be a black cherry but i couldn't find a black crayon to put in there, so i used a plain red crayon and pressed it hard where it was darker, and used lighter pressure where it was lighter. Isn't it awesome though? All I used was a pencil and a red color crayon. My object to look at was a picture of a cherry on a tea box. =]

The Child and the Toy

This is one I wrote based off an experience with a recent boy. He's actually been the inspiration for a lot of poems this summer. Thanks for breaking my heart! It was a big help!

Used, cheated,

And lied to.

I was nothing,

Nothing but...

A toy.

Like a child,

You played with me,

And you played with me,

Until you got bored.

Then you found

Someone totally new.

A shinier, prettier,

And fancier toy.

I was buried

In your far off,

Distant memories.

Forgotten, broken,

And still being lied to.

Grow up.

You're not a child,

anymore, at all.

Come on, darling,

Be a man.

This Is Summer

A square of brown, sweet
Sugar and cocoa
Partnered with a
Golden brown cotton ball
Snuggled tightly together
Between two crunch crackers
Satisfying my sweet tooth
As smoke blows in my face
And a red-orange element
Heats my body beneath the diamonds.
This is summer.

The all-important orb-
Life giving, heat making, light making-
Wakes up early
And goes to bed when it's late.
Tinted eye protection
And SPF 50 is much needed.
People are baking and goldening
Or turning tomato red.
This is summer.

The noise never stops.
"Flip-Flop, Flip-Flop."
Everywhere you go.
Sweltering conditions
Relieved by a light breeze
Or a splash in a lake.
Women sprawled out
On their colorful fabric rectangles.
This is summer.

Mighty Liz (an un-submitted FXT script)

FXT stands for Flathead Experimental Theatre. For the fifth year in a row, students have written original plays and submitted them. The chosen ones are performed by Flathead High's Acting 2 class and directed by the students of Acting 3. I'm house managing for FXT 5 (tickets are available at Herberger's and FHS main office. tickets are $5 for students, children and senior citizens, $7 for adults. Performance nights are May 8 and 9 starting at 7pm in the David M. Hashley Theatre located at FHS)
This was my script which, unfortunately, was not one of the chosen ones. It is about a senior in high school who snaps as she studies for the SATs. Approx time: 10 minutes.

Mighty Liz

INT. A HOSPITAL HALLWAY- NIGHT

There is one light on a girl DR. She starts walking further into the room, other lights come up but they are dim. She carries a teddy bear with a blanket tied around her neck.

LIZ

[Talking to teddy bear] C'mon, Mr. Stuffy! I think the exit is this way

NURSE

Oh, Liz, darling! You shouldn't be out of bed this late!

LIZ

[Yelling] You can't keep me here! Up, up and away! Whoosh!

LIZ runs out UL with her teddy bear still in her hand and her arms thrown out in front of her, flying.

LIZ

They thought they could keep me in there, Carly!

CARLY

[Speaking with pretend interest and enthusiam] No! How did you ever get out of there? What did they do?

LIZ

They tried to brainwash me!

CARLY

Gasp! But how did you escape?

LIZ

Well, after I was captured they insisted that I was not a superhero! They tried to keep me in a bed, jabbing me with needles, but I used my super scream to keep them away! So under the cover of night, my sidekick, Mr. Stuffy, and I made our escape. Only one henchman caught us! But I used my super speed to make a speedy get-a-way.

CARLY

O-M-G

LIZ

But no need to fear any longer, dearest Carly! I am out of their prison hold; I am once a gain, a fee man.. or woman. This chat has be excitingly wonderful, but I must be off! Up, up and away! Whoosh!

CARLY shakes her head as LIZ runs DL and out the door.

CARLY

Wos, the poor girl.

SAM walks in UL

SAM

She needs some serious help.

CARLY

I thought that was the whole reason that she was in the hospital?

SAM

Yes, but as you can see, she escaped. She ran out of the hospital and back home.

CARLY

So what's it like to date a superhero?

SAM

Oh, shut up. She'll be back to normal... I hope.

CARLY

She will be with the plan I have come up with.

SAM groans.

CARLY

What we do is we trick her into taking the SAT's. I know this plan will work. She'll be studying for the SAT's and by the time she finishes taking the dang test she'll snap back and no more "Mighty Liz".

SAM

And exactly just how does this plan of yours go?

CARLY

Don't worry about it. All you need to do is be a victim! Just scream for help; it'll be pretty obvious to know what to do when the time comes.

A high-pitched, girly scream is heard and two men in towels come running on stage from DR with towels around their wastes.

MAN 1

Oh my God, Dudes! There's a chick, a chick! In the boy's locker room!

MAN 2

She started whipping us with towels!

LIZ

Now there isn't a "chick" in the boy's locker room! [She whips the towel in the air] You can't run from me you slimy villains!

MAN 2

Oh my God! She's after us!