Rebecca The Jet Monologue
Brunette and bottle green-eyed, with flawless hair. She may seem like an angel, but no, she’s actually the demon in human form itself. It was another day in Hell with Rebecca Davis.
Why do I despise Rebecca so much? Here’s the thing. She’s the popular one, I’m the nerd. She gets all the guys, I get left alone. She’s got the looks, I don’t. She’s practically Regina George, and I, Cady Heron.
“That’s right, I’m going to Australia this Christmas- on a cruise! Oh right, after that we’ll have a private driver to drive us to our 5-star hotel. We’re going to have a 5-star private buffet for dinner every night. Then we’ll fly back here with a private jet. Did I mention the jet’s 5 star, too?”
I rolled my eyes and continued to copy down my biology notes. All I wanted was one lesson without having to hear Rebecca …show more content…
“Even if they won’t give back, I’ll still give. There’s no Christmas spirit without it.”
“Oh, so you’re like Santa Claus?”
I cracked up laughing. It wasn’t just any laugh; it was a real genuine laugh, one I’ve not had in a while.
Lunch flew by in a blink of an eye. The entire time, Trey and I chatted and laughed so boisterously that the librarian hushed us countless times, which made us roar with laughter even more. But for some spectacular reason, the librarian didn’t kick us out. Trey and I were vastly caught up in our conversation that we had forgotten to eat lunch. It didn’t matter, though, because our chat satisfied our hunger.
For the rest of the week, the two of us took shelter from the cold in the library and comfort in each other during lunch. We didn’t sit in my usual seat anymore. No, it was our usual seat.
Who knew the snug library, filled with uncountable dusty, boring books, was the absolute perfect place for fifty-five minute talks? We not only had conversations at school, but even after school through text. Our thumbs would twiddle across our phones for hours, as we texted the night
Why do I despise Rebecca so much? Here’s the thing. She’s the popular one, I’m the nerd. She gets all the guys, I get left alone. She’s got the looks, I don’t. She’s practically Regina George, and I, Cady Heron.
“That’s right, I’m going to Australia this Christmas- on a cruise! Oh right, after that we’ll have a private driver to drive us to our 5-star hotel. We’re going to have a 5-star private buffet for dinner every night. Then we’ll fly back here with a private jet. Did I mention the jet’s 5 star, too?”
I rolled my eyes and continued to copy down my biology notes. All I wanted was one lesson without having to hear Rebecca …show more content…
“Even if they won’t give back, I’ll still give. There’s no Christmas spirit without it.”
“Oh, so you’re like Santa Claus?”
I cracked up laughing. It wasn’t just any laugh; it was a real genuine laugh, one I’ve not had in a while.
Lunch flew by in a blink of an eye. The entire time, Trey and I chatted and laughed so boisterously that the librarian hushed us countless times, which made us roar with laughter even more. But for some spectacular reason, the librarian didn’t kick us out. Trey and I were vastly caught up in our conversation that we had forgotten to eat lunch. It didn’t matter, though, because our chat satisfied our hunger.
For the rest of the week, the two of us took shelter from the cold in the library and comfort in each other during lunch. We didn’t sit in my usual seat anymore. No, it was our usual seat.
Who knew the snug library, filled with uncountable dusty, boring books, was the absolute perfect place for fifty-five minute talks? We not only had conversations at school, but even after school through text. Our thumbs would twiddle across our phones for hours, as we texted the night