Mystery Girl Monologue

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Hmm this is weird and slightly disturbing. It makes you question life and all its wonders and secrets. Wow let me stop before I give you the wrong idea about me. First off I'm not some deep thinker who spends his life reading books, thats probably and accurate description of you. I'm not even alive, well at least not yet anyway give summer a minute or two. Now you must think I'm crazy and actually I kinda am so...... I wonder how I was questioning something that I don't know about and never had before. I looked at what was going to be me as Summer crafted it. Yeah, I know it sounds weird and complicated, but you will find out I'm not as crazy as you currently think I am if you continue to read. You know it's a weird sight to see your body …show more content…

I see your still questioning what I'm telling you. I bet you don't trust the eighteen years old looking girl in the short dress, claiming she's like over a thousand years old. Who happens to be making a body seemly out of thin air but whatever. I am sure I can trust you to carry on my legacy. Well not just me, but every other summer in history. I want you to be and to do more than I ever could. I chose you because I saw what you did for that mother crocodile." She said smiling. Her beautiful brown hair moved in the gentle breeze that blew through her little home in the …show more content…

I came here to the Amazon because it's still a wild place and has a lot of natural energy which helped me make your body so quickly and will help the power exchange process. Even though it seems to be summer here it's actually winter so it will be hot up there also. You will stow away there will be a Black haired man you should go with him, he has blue eyes. He won't know who you are but trust me he loves nature and will give you a good home. Everything else nature will tell you. Remember your connected with nature, need a question answered, ask nature I gave it all the information you need. Hide you powers ok." She said rushing. She sat down and sighed and crossed her legs. She was laughing and smiled. I found this strange. Power exchange? The way she said it made me think it wasn't such a simple thing. She was hiding something. And she was always talking about if you had any more questions. Why wouldn't I be able to ask her directly? Then a replacement. Wait is she going to die. I looked at her with my mouth

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