Shelbie Monologue
The Pictures
“UGH! Shelbie can not say things like that! At least not about me!” I thought what she said about me inside my head. I’m sorry let me start from the beginning. My name’s Bianca and I’m not what you call… “popular.” I’m more what you call an outsider. I sit in class and I learn but, I observe more than I talk.
I am a abnormally pale, 16 year old girl. I have long straight black hair. I constantly wear black, black jeans, black dress shirts , and of course black high heels. I always have red nail polish on and my nails are really long, and really sharp. I have brown eyes and long lashes. I always wear red lipstick as well.
Shelbie is a girl who is really popular. She plays all sports, and has the long, wavy, medium chestnut …show more content…
brown hair. She is about 5’4 and wears oversized, long sleeve sweaters and high waisted dark colored jeans. She always wears a pair of white toms with her outfits.
Anyway!
I HATE Shelbie! She can’t say things like that about me!
Later that day, Bianca invited Shelbie over to stay the night, but Shelbie did not know what she was getting herself into.
Shelbie finally came over which she had never been over to Bianca’s house. When she arrived in front of her house she looked at her two story house. Judging by the look of it, it looked like she lived in a cookie cutter neighborhood. With all the houses looking the same, same red shutters, same white color, same brown door, and same staircase leading up to the door. But her house was different. It was… the opposite of the rest. It was a dark black house house, bigger than the rest. It set off a vibe, though she couldn't place her finger on it.
She continued her way to the door, she knocked on the door with caution. In two seconds flat bianca peaked her head out the door. In the first time shelbie had seen her she looked timid and soft. It reassured her that she wasn't in risk of anything, not that she thought she was. Bianca invited her in and lead her to the kitchen where she was already making dinner, she was making spaghetti and green beans. In no time at all bianca was done making dinner. They sat down in the dining room and ate
away.
Once Shelbie noticed how Bianca ate her spaghetti, it was like she picked out her spaghetti carefully she ate each noodle one by one. Not in chunks like Shelbie was. After they were done they both went upstairs into Bianca's room. Once they were in there Bianca flopped on her bed and suggested “You can look around... you look rather attentive of my room.” So Shelibe took what she said into consideration and looked around.
Her room was a crimson red with black outlining her windows and doors. Her bed was a sleigh bed that was black with a red comforter on it and white sheets. She had a vintage expresso color dresser with a mirror and silver outlining on the drawers. On top of the dresser however was multiple pictures of her and other people, that looked to be her friends. In the first picture was of her and a tan, curly blonde in jean shorts with holes and a pink V-cut short sleeve shirt. “Who is this?” Shelbie asked.
“It’s an friend of mine” Bianca answered with no other follow up.
“I've never seen her. Where does she live?” Shelbie asked.
“Close, rather close” Bianca explained secretively.
There was a picture right next to the last, the picture was of her and a girl that looked like she was 18. The girl had red jeggings on and a gray sweater with the shoulders cut out. She had long wavy brown hair.
“What was her name?” Shelbie asked hoping for a story not just her name.
“ Kelli, she’s a friend,” Bianca answered quick and sharply.
“Where does she live?” Shelbie questioned curiously.
“Here.” Bianca said with no expression on here face
“What?” Shelbie blurted as her heart started racing, and here hands started shaking.
“She lives down in the basement, it’s quite nice down there.”
“How long as she lived here?” Shelbie asked has her hands steadily stopped shaking and her heart slowed again.
“A little while, maybe three years”
“Three years? That’s a little while?” Shelbie responded in shock.
“Yeah, do want to talk to her?” Bianca said with a rather noticeable smirk.
“S...sure” Shelbie could only stutter she was just a little nervous.
They made their way down stairs. The hallway light was covered with spider webs. Shelbie made her way down a little further and realized there was no floor, just spider webs.
“UGH! Shelbie can not say things like that! At least not about me!” I thought what she said about me inside my head. I’m sorry let me start from the beginning. My name’s Bianca and I’m not what you call… “popular.” I’m more what you call an outsider. I sit in class and I learn but, I observe more than I talk.
I am a abnormally pale, 16 year old girl. I have long straight black hair. I constantly wear black, black jeans, black dress shirts , and of course black high heels. I always have red nail polish on and my nails are really long, and really sharp. I have brown eyes and long lashes. I always wear red lipstick as well.
Shelbie is a girl who is really popular. She plays all sports, and has the long, wavy, medium chestnut …show more content…
brown hair. She is about 5’4 and wears oversized, long sleeve sweaters and high waisted dark colored jeans. She always wears a pair of white toms with her outfits.
Anyway!
I HATE Shelbie! She can’t say things like that about me!
Later that day, Bianca invited Shelbie over to stay the night, but Shelbie did not know what she was getting herself into.
Shelbie finally came over which she had never been over to Bianca’s house. When she arrived in front of her house she looked at her two story house. Judging by the look of it, it looked like she lived in a cookie cutter neighborhood. With all the houses looking the same, same red shutters, same white color, same brown door, and same staircase leading up to the door. But her house was different. It was… the opposite of the rest. It was a dark black house house, bigger than the rest. It set off a vibe, though she couldn't place her finger on it.
She continued her way to the door, she knocked on the door with caution. In two seconds flat bianca peaked her head out the door. In the first time shelbie had seen her she looked timid and soft. It reassured her that she wasn't in risk of anything, not that she thought she was. Bianca invited her in and lead her to the kitchen where she was already making dinner, she was making spaghetti and green beans. In no time at all bianca was done making dinner. They sat down in the dining room and ate
away.
Once Shelbie noticed how Bianca ate her spaghetti, it was like she picked out her spaghetti carefully she ate each noodle one by one. Not in chunks like Shelbie was. After they were done they both went upstairs into Bianca's room. Once they were in there Bianca flopped on her bed and suggested “You can look around... you look rather attentive of my room.” So Shelibe took what she said into consideration and looked around.
Her room was a crimson red with black outlining her windows and doors. Her bed was a sleigh bed that was black with a red comforter on it and white sheets. She had a vintage expresso color dresser with a mirror and silver outlining on the drawers. On top of the dresser however was multiple pictures of her and other people, that looked to be her friends. In the first picture was of her and a tan, curly blonde in jean shorts with holes and a pink V-cut short sleeve shirt. “Who is this?” Shelbie asked.
“It’s an friend of mine” Bianca answered with no other follow up.
“I've never seen her. Where does she live?” Shelbie asked.
“Close, rather close” Bianca explained secretively.
There was a picture right next to the last, the picture was of her and a girl that looked like she was 18. The girl had red jeggings on and a gray sweater with the shoulders cut out. She had long wavy brown hair.
“What was her name?” Shelbie asked hoping for a story not just her name.
“ Kelli, she’s a friend,” Bianca answered quick and sharply.
“Where does she live?” Shelbie questioned curiously.
“Here.” Bianca said with no expression on here face
“What?” Shelbie blurted as her heart started racing, and here hands started shaking.
“She lives down in the basement, it’s quite nice down there.”
“How long as she lived here?” Shelbie asked has her hands steadily stopped shaking and her heart slowed again.
“A little while, maybe three years”
“Three years? That’s a little while?” Shelbie responded in shock.
“Yeah, do want to talk to her?” Bianca said with a rather noticeable smirk.
“S...sure” Shelbie could only stutter she was just a little nervous.
They made their way down stairs. The hallway light was covered with spider webs. Shelbie made her way down a little further and realized there was no floor, just spider webs.