Lemuria Monologue For To Kill A Mockingbird
Lemuria, the place I called home, was it really worthy of the title? Was my home in Holcomb, where I never belonged? New York City, where my acting career took off? Or maybe Los Angeles because, that is where I officially met him, and we became betrothed. Then again, the order was my family, until death do us part. It was as if I had married them all. That is what I had sworn, signing my name in blood over. Never had I found a home. Wandering aimlessly like a drifter. Material gain and status could not cure my alienation. As I remained tormented at the bottom, and tormented at the top. Comfort seemed to be a fleeting mirage. Each time I came close to it, it faded into thin air before I could catch it. I just hoped in this desolate desert called
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I came to learn his name was Francis. Evenings were safest because I had to the most space. What we were doing was illegal. Perhaps, even worthy of the title of treason. There was not much space for a free spirit here.
Ever since my arrival, I underwent training first thing in the morning to teach me how to behave so I would be a proper queen. It was a reeducation of sorts, my speech pattern down to my gait was subjected to change. Every second spent here I lost a piece of myself in trade for solidarity with the order.
I grew closer to the wives. Our friendship turned to a sisterhood as just about every waking moment passed with them. Eshe had a sense of humor that never failed to keep me upbeat. Both she and Ava loved to dance. Whenever others backs were turned we would break out into a dance and sometimes the satyr caught us and he would sneer. As soon as would leave would burst into laughter referring to him as the grump. Sophie had a love for the animals and often took me with her to help tend to the kittens her husband allowed her to keep in a nursery of animals since pets weren’t allowed in the rooms. They were considered by the order too dirty. Takara and I both loved art but the order didn’t allow it so with the help of Nova and Reeda who loved to collect items the order disposed of like old boxes from imports, old silverware and vases that Reeda and Nova we would create
I came to learn his name was Francis. Evenings were safest because I had to the most space. What we were doing was illegal. Perhaps, even worthy of the title of treason. There was not much space for a free spirit here.
Ever since my arrival, I underwent training first thing in the morning to teach me how to behave so I would be a proper queen. It was a reeducation of sorts, my speech pattern down to my gait was subjected to change. Every second spent here I lost a piece of myself in trade for solidarity with the order.
I grew closer to the wives. Our friendship turned to a sisterhood as just about every waking moment passed with them. Eshe had a sense of humor that never failed to keep me upbeat. Both she and Ava loved to dance. Whenever others backs were turned we would break out into a dance and sometimes the satyr caught us and he would sneer. As soon as would leave would burst into laughter referring to him as the grump. Sophie had a love for the animals and often took me with her to help tend to the kittens her husband allowed her to keep in a nursery of animals since pets weren’t allowed in the rooms. They were considered by the order too dirty. Takara and I both loved art but the order didn’t allow it so with the help of Nova and Reeda who loved to collect items the order disposed of like old boxes from imports, old silverware and vases that Reeda and Nova we would create