Fight Club Monologue

“Abby,” I hear Pete yell as he jumps on my back. “Get off of me,” I said. That’s Pete, my best friend, we met two years ago. I remember one day when I was walking around town and I heard people fighting, not arguing but a full on fist fight. I walked around the corner to see two guys beating up this small boy. Not wanting to leave him to get beaten, I ran over and yelled at the two boys. They were embarrassed to be yelled at by a girl, so they left. I helped Pete up and I remember looking at him for the first time. He had jet black hair that covered one of his eyes. his eyes were a light brown, and he wore black skinny jeans, converse, and a band shirt. I asked him why they were messing with him and he said because he was different. Then BOOM …show more content…
“You're excited? I’m terrified,” I mumbled. Tonight my parents are not going to be home so we decided to do a ouija board. My parents always told me to stay away from that stuff but since they were going to be gone, why not.
“Yeah, but now we need to go to the jail for students... school,” Pete mumbled, as we walked into the building,

School was finally over and Pete and I walked home. We got the ouija board from under my bed and got ready to play. We got the candles, the board, and a ghost radar. “So who are we going to call?” Pete asked.
“Well I heard that many years ago a girl named Emma Perkins was killed by her father and her mother just watched it happen,” I said.
“Fine with me,” Pete shrugged. We put our fingers on the triangle thingy and said together
“ Emma Perkins, are you here?” We waited and waited and nothing happened.
“Ummm, let's ask another question,” Pete said. We asked if she was happy and again nothing happened. “Ok, she must not be here. How about we ask someone else?” Pete …show more content…
but this time is was more clear. “You will never escape, I’m watching, you're next.” the ghost kept saying on and on again.
“Pete, I’m really scared,” I said as I held on to Pete tighter, if that was even possible.
“Do you have any iron?” asked Pete
“Well by the fireplace there might be something.” Pete ran to get it and came back ready to strike at any moment. The chanting got louder and louder and sounded like it was coming from everywhere.
“Show yourself,” Pete demanded. We waited and then right in front of my face was a girl about my height and long black hair. She stared right into my eyes when out of nowhere she screamed like a banshee would. Pete tried to hit her with the fire poker but she backed away. I look at Pete and nodded, I ran right passed her and her head shot right in my direction. The distraction gave Pete enough time to strike her with the iron rod. She disappeared with a screeching scream. As she went away the triangle thingy appeared to where she was standing. I ran over to it and grabbed it and ran over to the

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