"Time Passing" by Savannah Adams

           I...I...How should I start this? What should
I write about? It’s always the monologues that get me. Maybe I should just set down the pen and clear my mind. Let’s see, I have basketball after school, I need to figure out my character skills project, and I am way behind in creative writing class, but I’m beginning to catch up. Oh, and tonight I have to type my honors biology lab write up.
          On the bright side my mom is making tacos tonight. Ah, I can taste the chili flavored seasoning and freshly made salsa layered on a perfectly baked hard shell. Plus there is still some leftover ice cream cake from my sister’s birthday last night. Except my mom probably ate all the frosting off the edges. Ah man, I hate is when she does that.
           I also can’t stand it when my sister projectile sneezes on me at the dinner table, but my dad always gets after her about that and makes her do twenty push ups for punishment. My sister, Sierra, and I, don’t get along the best sometimes, but we have the best memories. Like one time she tricked me into thinking that a dog treat was a cookie, but it was really a dog treat, and I ate it. Also, she would make me give her a massage and she would fall asleep and say she would give me one tomorrow... she never did. She also would sit on me and then drool on my face. One time she sat on me and took a mint out of her mouth and stuck it in mine. Then she put her hands over my mouth and waited for the mint to dissolve to release my mouth.
           Speaking of my mouth I have to go to the dentist tomorrow to get four teeth pulled, but at least I get to skip an hour of school. Oh wait, where was I? Oh yea, my monologue.