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Drink Monologue
Voices rise in the caves. They get jumbled into the air, but can be heard from miles back. Inside, people are yelling and screaming at each other, throwing stuff and kicking. FIghts erupt and get out of hand, with guys punching, and girls pulling each other’s hair. Turmoil, mayhem, chaos have all broken out into the hot air of the island. Unknowingly, a thud of thunder rumbles in the distance.
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Catherine

Tears fall down my face as I run through the tunnels and out towards the night. I cannot believe what just happened. Through the hollow walls, I can still hear them yelling, screaming, and cursing. This can’t be happening, I think to myself as I try to calm down. It can’t. I sink down onto the grass, and inhale the cool air. It changed since the morning and I much preferred this weather. Jabbing my fingers into my skin, I try to pinch this nightmare away. My eyes close and I feel dizzy, even when lying down. I want to sleep, I want this to all go away.
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Something hard hits my back and I let out cry of pain. It hurts so much, I think in my head. I don’t want to be here, I really don’t. Boink. Boink. Boink. Boink. Boink. Boink. Boink. Massive balls are suddenly raining down and hitting me. It felt like hardened softballs being thrown at me with the full force of a grown man. It wasn’t rain, and it definitely wasn’t right. I tried to think about the name of it… my mind was disoriented and all I could feel was the torture on my body.
I feel a light bulb go off in my head. Hail. It wasn’t even normal hail; It was enormous balls of hail falling from the sky, thousands coming down at a time. I scream and scream. The throbbing sting is unbearable. Tears stream down my face and I let out the loudest cry I could possibly summon with my voice. Hail hits my head, but a then so does a

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