Blackbird Academy Monologue
Lizzie
Another year. Another month. Another day. Time is nonexistent in my cabin in the middle of the woods. I have counted down the days until my first day at Blackbird Academy, for what seems like forever. The excitement has swirled around since I got my acceptance letter back in May. I’m so excited that whenever I think about it I get a chill, despite the crisp fall weather. But all it takes is a glance at my calendar for the jitters to come. I check again, to make sure the circle is correct. But it is. Tomorrow is my first day at Blackbird Academy! And I have to pack...oops! It’s almost intolerable without a mother. Or a father. Nothing but a herd of cats and myself with my bright red hair. That’s why people call me Red instead of my real …show more content…
Of course, no one has called me that in a LONG time. No one has talked to me in a long time, to tell you the truth. And yes, it does get desolate. But, as I said, I have my cats and my spirit. That’s enough for me. I’ve basically explored every part of the Blackbird woods. But what I’m really looking forward to comes from the part, deep down in my heart. My guilty pleasure. I hear they have a really great drama program. Hopefully, I can be in it to my heart's content. Well, I should pack. I take out my red cloak — a gift from my dead ma — and then put it back in my closet. Don’t need any more teasing about me being like Red Riding Hood! I mean, I’m not even anything like Red. She was terrified of the tiniest things, well I am alarmed by nothing! (Except long words. Yes, I have Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. Week!) Anyways, I hope I fit in. Usually, I don’t, from my Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (Eek to the second power!) to my geekiness. And you can't forget my golden red locks with Harry Potter eyes to match. I also have about 3,141,592,653 freckles just on my nose. OK, not that much, but a lot. Hopefully, I can encounter some new friends (not likely), have fun (double not likely) and learn a lot
Another year. Another month. Another day. Time is nonexistent in my cabin in the middle of the woods. I have counted down the days until my first day at Blackbird Academy, for what seems like forever. The excitement has swirled around since I got my acceptance letter back in May. I’m so excited that whenever I think about it I get a chill, despite the crisp fall weather. But all it takes is a glance at my calendar for the jitters to come. I check again, to make sure the circle is correct. But it is. Tomorrow is my first day at Blackbird Academy! And I have to pack...oops! It’s almost intolerable without a mother. Or a father. Nothing but a herd of cats and myself with my bright red hair. That’s why people call me Red instead of my real …show more content…
Of course, no one has called me that in a LONG time. No one has talked to me in a long time, to tell you the truth. And yes, it does get desolate. But, as I said, I have my cats and my spirit. That’s enough for me. I’ve basically explored every part of the Blackbird woods. But what I’m really looking forward to comes from the part, deep down in my heart. My guilty pleasure. I hear they have a really great drama program. Hopefully, I can be in it to my heart's content. Well, I should pack. I take out my red cloak — a gift from my dead ma — and then put it back in my closet. Don’t need any more teasing about me being like Red Riding Hood! I mean, I’m not even anything like Red. She was terrified of the tiniest things, well I am alarmed by nothing! (Except long words. Yes, I have Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. Week!) Anyways, I hope I fit in. Usually, I don’t, from my Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (Eek to the second power!) to my geekiness. And you can't forget my golden red locks with Harry Potter eyes to match. I also have about 3,141,592,653 freckles just on my nose. OK, not that much, but a lot. Hopefully, I can encounter some new friends (not likely), have fun (double not likely) and learn a lot