Jessie Monologue

“Jessie! We are leaving now!” Aunt Casey yelled from outside the house. Jessie looked at the house one final time. She smelled the crisp, salty sea air from the ocean and her feet were devoured by the soft sand below her feet. Jessie gets up slowly and puts her luggage in the truck and sits down. As the truck started to speed by the house, she stared at it until it simply evanesced. This would be the last time she would see that house again.

“I know that you aren’t happy about this move, but look on the bright side. You will get a whole brand new house, new town, and maybe make some friends,” Aunt Casey said. Jessie didn’t talk to her. Jessie was moving from her beach view house in Miami, Florida to a big mansion in Toronto, Canada. Jessie
She examined it, as if it were a crime scene. It had everything she ever wanted, but she simply shrugged and entered the house.

“This is your new house. Isn’t it beautiful?” Aunt Casey asked.

“ Not as good as our old house.” Jessie mumbled. Jessie was her room and she bolted into it. As she was unpacking, she was starting to get overwhelmed about the new school she was going to. Once she was done, she smashed her face in her pillow and started crying herself to sleep.

The next morning was her first day of school at Snow Valley Middle. She got ready and got on the bus. She sat in the back row, away from everyone else. She felt alone in the crowded bus and didn’t want to talk to anyone. She simply wanted to head home. Then someone sat next to her. She had pink, fluffy hair in that went everywhere and had a wonderful, excited smile on her face which had a smudge of pink frosting on her cheek.

“Hi!” she screams in my face “I don’t recognize you. Are you new?”

“Um y-yes,” Jessie stuttered.

“Cool!” the girl exclaimed. “My name is Marley, but people call me crazy, psycho, party animal, or Pinkie Pie because I make awesome pies, I always have pink frosting on my face, and that I have a lucky pinkie finger, but please call me