Penelope Monologue

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Sitting across from me I noticed an old woman with white hair and round glasses looking at me as if I had killed her children or ruined her marriage. The old woman was wearing a purple moo moo decorated with poorly drawn roses that looked like something a kindergartner would finger paint. I knew this woman from somewhere, but I couldn't remember what her name was until I noticed the neon pink bunny slippers she was wearing. That old cranky woman was Penelope’s mother Harriet Shepherd who didn't like me before I died which means she has to despises me now since I abandoned her daughter for thirty years. Now that I think about it my subconscious was kind of hoping she wouldn't be around not dead just in a coma or locked inside a plastic bubble. …show more content…

Judging by the fact that Penelope's father Julian was nowhere in sight I assumed he was dead which was a tragedy because unlike his wife he actually liked me. The people in the room wouldn't take their eyes off me, but they also wouldn't say a word to me putting all of us in an awkward situation something I never really cared for. The man with the wrinkled forehead was about to talk to me, but before he got the chance Penelope grabbed my arm and dragged me up a flight of stairs. Harriet followed us up the stairs she held her arms out trying to prevent me from escaping, but if I really wanted to escape I don't think it would have been that hard to get past a seventy year old woman. Penelope dragged me into a random bedroom and threw me onto the bed. Harriet closed and locked the door behind her probably thinking I would try to make a run for …show more content…

“You don't get to talk.” “Benjamin do you think you can leave me for thirty years and just stroll back into my life.” “Technically I didn't leave you I was stabbed to death and then somehow brought back to life twelve years later.” “I got to say puberty is a lot worse when you have to do it more than once.” “What in the hell are you talking about?” “Well I'm sure you remember the fact I possess magic apparently someone killed me brought me back to life, but no before they sealed away my memories of my past life.” “That doesn't matter I was alone for thirty years after you left I couldn't read, watch, or listen to anything that had magic in it.” “I spent three years crying over losing you I hit rock bottom.” “One day I walked into a grocery store and cried when I picked up a jar of peanut butter because the company's mascot looked like you.” “After my father died the only person I had left to help me look after the kids and keep me sane was my mother.” “You have children?” “No we have children.” “Are they here what do they look like how much did you tell them about me?” “They're downstairs, and I haven't told them anything about you since I never wanted them trying to find

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