Post by Serenity on Jan 16, 2012 19:09:34 GMT -5
Title :Flowers In The Attic
Writen by:Cleo Virginia Andrewa (V.C Andrews or Virginia C. Andrews)
Person: Cathy, the eldest daughter of a mother who is full of lies.
Place: Their grandmothers mansion.
Problem: Both her grandmother and mother wanted all the children dead so they could live their lives new. Cathy is telling the story, reliving it.
Before Monologue:
Before this takes place, Cathy (My character) and her siblings, Christopher, Cory and Carrie are planning a suprise party for there father, only to wait for hours for him to arrive. But instead of him arriving, the police do, to inform the family of his death. After a short time the familys money is gone and the mother desides to move them all to her mothers -their grandparents house.
Durning Monologue:
During the monologue, Cathy -me- is explaining whathappened while they were there. She's not really speaking to a spesific person, or it doesn't say. In the movie she's the voice over, but I guess you could say she's explaining it to a friend. Or a docter. Or police. Someone.
She explains how her grandmother treats them like literal crap because she believes the to be devil spawn born from Her daughter and brother. She explains with angery how her mother had been caught in her plan, and begain to feel greed and forgot her children. And in the movie, her mother is actualy the one who takes over the posioning of the children.
Cathy is outraged and so are her siblings. The make break out after breakout, only discovering more lies.
After Monologue:
After the monlogue, The three kids break out of their room together for the last time, and happen to burst in on their mothers wedding. No one but her and the grandmother knew of their existance. Tha was because in condition for her to enheiret her fathers will, and remarry, she was to have no kids. So no kids there was.
Once they intruded, their mother defended her self to the point of tears, and Cathy kept presueing her, walking toward her, streaming insluts and truth, while her mother continued to back away, cause herself to fall backwards off a blakeny. But don't worry. her wedding dress and veil caught her in the bars. Hanging her.
From there the three kids leave the house hand in hand to start their new lifes together.
Flowers In The Attic:
I will never forget the night we arrived. The Grandparent's estate was enormous... foreboding. The cold masonry, the tall gray stone walls, and the vicious guard dogs that barked ferociously at us transformed my nervousness into fear. Something was just not right.
Meeting the Grandmother only confirmed my suspicions. She confined us to a small room with two beds, while Mother was given her old room. The Grandmother told us the rules, making us feel like we were in a prison rather than a home. We were not allowed to see the Grandfather, or even make him aware of our presence. The Grandmother locked the door to ensure we wouldn't wander where we didn't belong.
For a while, Mother visited regularly bringing food and comfort. But soon her visits decreased. Sometimes weeks would pass before she would make an appearance. Only the Grandmother arrived to scold us and tell us that we were the product of an unwholesome union: our mother had married her uncle -- our father. Therefore, we deserved to be treated like the devil's spawn.
When Mother did finally return, she told us about a secret door in the closet that led up to the attic where we would find a huge expanse of artifacts and knick-knacks. And while we made this attic into our home -- the very universe of our existence -- we worried about our mother who had not visited in quite some time.
Late one night Christopher and I unhinged the bedroom door and snuck into the house. We found Mother's room, only to discover her living like a princess. A huge array of dresses lined her closet. Satin sheets covered her bed. We were outraged.
I confronted Mother on her next visit. Why do you get to live in luxury while your children suffer and are growing ill?, I demanded.
She told me that her plan was working. She was being reintroduced into society and would probably remarry soon. All would be perfect.
All was not perfect. Cory became seriously ill, and I had to demand that he be taken to the hospital. He died soon after. Then Christopher made a shocking discovery. He consulted one of his medical books and discovered that Cory had been poisoned. Arsenic, in the cookies. When was our turn?
Writen by:Cleo Virginia Andrewa (V.C Andrews or Virginia C. Andrews)
Person: Cathy, the eldest daughter of a mother who is full of lies.
Place: Their grandmothers mansion.
Problem: Both her grandmother and mother wanted all the children dead so they could live their lives new. Cathy is telling the story, reliving it.
Before Monologue:
Before this takes place, Cathy (My character) and her siblings, Christopher, Cory and Carrie are planning a suprise party for there father, only to wait for hours for him to arrive. But instead of him arriving, the police do, to inform the family of his death. After a short time the familys money is gone and the mother desides to move them all to her mothers -their grandparents house.
Durning Monologue:
During the monologue, Cathy -me- is explaining whathappened while they were there. She's not really speaking to a spesific person, or it doesn't say. In the movie she's the voice over, but I guess you could say she's explaining it to a friend. Or a docter. Or police. Someone.
She explains how her grandmother treats them like literal crap because she believes the to be devil spawn born from Her daughter and brother. She explains with angery how her mother had been caught in her plan, and begain to feel greed and forgot her children. And in the movie, her mother is actualy the one who takes over the posioning of the children.
Cathy is outraged and so are her siblings. The make break out after breakout, only discovering more lies.
After Monologue:
After the monlogue, The three kids break out of their room together for the last time, and happen to burst in on their mothers wedding. No one but her and the grandmother knew of their existance. Tha was because in condition for her to enheiret her fathers will, and remarry, she was to have no kids. So no kids there was.
Once they intruded, their mother defended her self to the point of tears, and Cathy kept presueing her, walking toward her, streaming insluts and truth, while her mother continued to back away, cause herself to fall backwards off a blakeny. But don't worry. her wedding dress and veil caught her in the bars. Hanging her.
From there the three kids leave the house hand in hand to start their new lifes together.
Flowers In The Attic:
I will never forget the night we arrived. The Grandparent's estate was enormous... foreboding. The cold masonry, the tall gray stone walls, and the vicious guard dogs that barked ferociously at us transformed my nervousness into fear. Something was just not right.
Meeting the Grandmother only confirmed my suspicions. She confined us to a small room with two beds, while Mother was given her old room. The Grandmother told us the rules, making us feel like we were in a prison rather than a home. We were not allowed to see the Grandfather, or even make him aware of our presence. The Grandmother locked the door to ensure we wouldn't wander where we didn't belong.
For a while, Mother visited regularly bringing food and comfort. But soon her visits decreased. Sometimes weeks would pass before she would make an appearance. Only the Grandmother arrived to scold us and tell us that we were the product of an unwholesome union: our mother had married her uncle -- our father. Therefore, we deserved to be treated like the devil's spawn.
When Mother did finally return, she told us about a secret door in the closet that led up to the attic where we would find a huge expanse of artifacts and knick-knacks. And while we made this attic into our home -- the very universe of our existence -- we worried about our mother who had not visited in quite some time.
Late one night Christopher and I unhinged the bedroom door and snuck into the house. We found Mother's room, only to discover her living like a princess. A huge array of dresses lined her closet. Satin sheets covered her bed. We were outraged.
I confronted Mother on her next visit. Why do you get to live in luxury while your children suffer and are growing ill?, I demanded.
She told me that her plan was working. She was being reintroduced into society and would probably remarry soon. All would be perfect.
All was not perfect. Cory became seriously ill, and I had to demand that he be taken to the hospital. He died soon after. Then Christopher made a shocking discovery. He consulted one of his medical books and discovered that Cory had been poisoned. Arsenic, in the cookies. When was our turn?
