{"id":1222,"date":"2013-03-05T06:42:31","date_gmt":"2013-03-05T06:42:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web02.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters2\/archives\/1222"},"modified":"2015-05-24T07:07:45","modified_gmt":"2015-05-24T07:07:45","slug":"a-child-s-monologue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/archives\/1222","title":{"rendered":"A child\u2019s monologue"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hey! Hi! I guess you are wondering why you can hear me.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Because I have special power.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m a really special kid, although I\u2019m unwanted in my family. No one is being nice to me, even my servants in the house are mean to me. They think I\u2019m a weirdo, because I always sit, and stare, just stare, and never make a sound. I think I\u2019m not ordinary, different from other ten year olds.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 One day, my sister comes home with her boyfriend. They must have been to the movies, because my sister throws me her leftover popcorn, an empty paper bag with only seven pieces of popcorn in it, being mean to me as always. So I sit on the sofa and eat my popcorn. I eat the first one, second one, third one, and the fourth one\u2026 I heard my sister giggling and talking sweet with her boyfriend, sending me chills. But I still want to see what they are up to. So I take my popcorn, sit on the corridor and stare at them. I grab a piece of popcorn and bite it. Then the boy\u2019s phone starts to ring, interesting\u2026 I quickly chew on the next piece of popcorn, then they start to fight and scream. \u201cWho the heck is Jane? Is that the bony girl whom you had lunch with yesterday? How could you cheat on me?\u201d Now it\u2019s getting more interesting\u2026 I keep staring and munching on the last piece of popcorn, the seventh piece, what a lovely number. I munch and munch and when I swallow it, my sister throws her boyfriend out of the window. And there he goes, all the way down to the bushes.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 I stand up and peep through the curtains in the living room. The poor boy\u2019s blood is all over the place. Oh! And here comes the big hungry wolf. It\u2019s tearing the boy\u2019s flesh, lapping his blood, eating like a greedy fool. Now the boy\u2019s body is just like the unwanted spaghetti my sister threw off the table last night. Hmm\u2026 I\u2019m a little hungry now.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 Then, my parents come home. I sit on the sofa and keep quiet like a good girl should, to please my mama. I take the cushion next to me and hold it close. Something hard inside, wonder what it is\u2026 So I unzip the cushion case.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 An arm! A real human arm is inside the cushion. Oh! Haven\u2019t I mentioned that my papa\u2019s right arm was chopped off.\u00a0 Please pardon my carelessness. Mama must have hidden the arm here to scare me. My curiosity urge me to open papa\u2019s arm, I find a piece of gum. So I unwrapped it and start chewing it. I continue to sit and stare, sit and stare\u2026 Then mama comes out of the kitchen, holding a sharp, sharp knife. I\u2019m so terrified, I freeze and keep staring. I blow a bubble with my gum and it grows bigger and bigger, like a swelling balloon. It soon blocks my vision, what\u2019s going on? What will mama do with the knife? Papa? Papa! <br \/>\u00a0<br \/>\u00a0\u00a0 \u2018Pop!\u201d the balloon explodes. Mama\u2019s gone, but papa is stabbed in the heart by mama\u2019s knife. His blood is gushing out, like Goldie\u2019s bag of water. Goldie is my goldfish, I broke its bag on the way home by mistake but I didn\u2019t notice. When I was home, Goldie was dead. Now my papa\u2019s dead, like Goldie, eyes wide open. I stand up and walk to papa\u2019s body and close his eyes. I put my fingers in his pool of blood. I lick my fingers, and they taste savory, taste like papa\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 So now, are you scared? Are you petrified? But I\u2019m sad to tell you that these are just my imaginations.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 I live in an orphanage, in a room at the end of a dark and spooky corridor. All of my roommates are special like me. Some like to tell stories like I do, stand and speak in front of the mirror, draw some symbols or graphics on the wall\u2026 Other kids in the orphanage tease us and laugh at us. We all wish to blow them away like feathers.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 My mama is the one who send me here, but papa doesn\u2019t want to. He said I might be worth a few bucks. \u201cGo away, you evil child!\u201d that\u2019s my mama\u2019s last few words for me, and she sent me here.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0 Hey! If you\u2019re still listening, I want you to know. We are not evil children. We are just special, some very special kids. If you ever call us weird again, I\u2019ll grab my seven pieces of popcorns, sit at the corner of your house. And watch\u2026 You\u2026 Die\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey! Hi! I guess you are wondering why you can hear me.<\/p><p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Because I have special power.<\/p><p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m a really special kid, although I\u2019m unwanted in my family. No one is being nice to me, even my servants in the house are mean to me. 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