Monologue About Owls

I’m from the stains and burst on white .
I feel my cartoons like Mickey and Minnie in soul.
From the unicorn rainbow outside of me to the charcoal smoke covering me. I touch my colors that streamed around me, and end up seeing Walt Disney behind me. I find myself sucked up in a black hole, but wake up in my soul. I take my bleached space and make it eloquent.
I’m from the aroma of dyes to a dash of pop.
I take the tiny brooms and tubes of acrylic, and BOOM!, it’s me.

I don’t just bring the confection, I bring the seasoning. I’m from the blazing winds of wildfire in my veins. I try putting my personality out there.
But I end up living behind the curtains.
Everyone gets in the habit of their lines and dances through night and day.
Costumes and glamour, joy and laughter.
I then later find myself in a personal part, and all of my nerves just fell apart.
Tons of eyes just gawk at me, but in my eyes, they dissolve like salt in water.
Faint isn’t always transpicuous, and even if it’s just a smudge. Never move away from the heart, or else you find yourself in a dingy place.
Be as prudent as an owl, or speechless and

My second tournament was when I improved, my partner was from my class and he was strong game player. 4th place wasn’t bad, but nationals was an explosion. It was like a prey hiding from its carnivore the beginning, to firework explosions like a resolution. It was my first 1st place trophy. I felt like a roaring lion while continuing in 5th grade. It was more excited to play with my sister who was started as baby bird at bridge, and that companion of mine named Mark. We played a lot with each other and learned each other’s weaknesses and strengths. It was depressing at the end of year. We no longer play with each other or even say “Hi” to each other. I’m still happy for my sister, but yet I was glad I got to play with him and make a new