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Ourselves with the Glass Menagerie? Play those records you father left us as a painful reminder of him?
Sorry. That was just on my mind I guess. That's a very good play.
Ticket... My mom got a ticket. She thought it was my fault for rushing her. But I wasn't driving the car! She was. She sucks. It's plain as day.
Violent. I threw a textbook once. Not at him. To scare him. To get him to shut up. He deserved it. He did.
Trophy.... I got a soccer trophy when I was a little kid, but I don't care much for it. I have a medal I quite like though. It's from district thespian competition. I got a superior. And that's all I'll say about that, for my irrational fear of someone recognizing me.
My character smokes ciggarettes. I don't. I don't smoke anything. I'm so freaking lame, yo. I say yo... Hmm. I say a lot of things. I love my character. I love this play. Yo.
Mean. People were mean in middle school, but now they're nice. Or, most of them. I kind of love them. Everyone at my school. They're nice. Accepting. Open.
Expecting.
I was not expecting to be so sad this summer.
I'm very alone. Awfully alone. I guess I should've known I would be. I just wish I could see you. Or talk to anybody. I don't know. So lost...
Cast. Like, in a play. I'm at
rehearsal now, actually. Totally not supposed to be on my iPhone, but whatever. I know my lines...
Hmm. Reminds me of old people, assisted
living. My grandpa lived there... He died not too long ago. He came up in my sister and I's conversation- I mentioned he was dead. My sister was like oh yeah, he did die.
Crane... The Woolgathers. Oh poor cranes. So sad. See I did a monologue from it about these boys who kill these endangered cranes... So sad. But it was a good monolgue. I did it well.
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