NOTE: This is a HW
assignment I had to do on a journal entry for a character from Of Mice &
Men. I did Curley's Wife. I also did the dialog in the same manner as
the book, a kinda southern accent. It
takes place in the 1920's or 30's. I'm
very proud of how it came out. I got an
A+ on it!
Dear Diary,
A Collection of
thoughts From Curley's Wife
By: Trinity-Hime
Dear diary,
Well,
diary, today ain't nothin' special.
Curley's just as abusive as ever, if not more. Pa (the Boss) just doesn't give a damn, probably thinks I'm
Curley's problem. The hands ain't too
friendly either. They thinkin' I'm a no
good tramp, well their wrong; I'm not no good! I'm plenty good, I'll show all them, I'll be a big movie stare
one day, away form Curley, and those miserable ranch hands. They think I'm a tramp! They should take a look at the mirror! All of them is are ugly, dirty, and dumb,
real dumb! I gotta go diary, my Husband's callin'. I'd like to see him get what he deserves,
mark my words, he'll get it one day, just you wait.
Yours truly,
Louisa
Dear diary,
Today, the
new fellas finally came. They look like
a nice fella and a mean one. The big
one keeps starin' at me, in awe or a daze or somethin'. He looks like a nice fella, but dumb, REAL
dumb. The short fella, he keeps giving'
me dirty looks and keeps protectin' the big guy. It's weird; they keep together, like they're a pair. You know, like brothers or somethin'.
I was
lookin' for Curley today too. I didn't
find him, of course, I never find him.
He seems to be always lookin' for Pa or me. Coincidence? I think not,
he just never wants to be seen with me, his "tramp of a wife". He's just a bull headed, short, handy,
bastard. I'm tellin' ya, he's just a
coward tryin' to be tough. He'll get it,
one of these days he'll get his.
Your friend,
Louisa, Curley's wife
Dear diary,
Well today
was just dandy. The hands and Curley
went into town, leavin' little ol' me all by myself, well with the Negro, the
big dumb fella, and the old guy. I was
just takin' a walk when I noticed all of 'em gettin' together at the Negro's
room in the barn. Well as I was goin'
to join them, I heard all this talk about rabbits, weird, ha? Anyway, as I got there, they all stated
yellin' at me to get out, leave them alone.
That is, all of 'em except the big, dumb guy. I tried to reason, I even threatened the Negro if he opened his
dawn trap and said somethin' nasty to me.
It's like, ahhhh.
Whenever
there's more then one of those fellas, the ranch hands, together they never
like me around or let me stay. I get
along just fine with them when there's only one of 'em but no! I can't get along with then when there are 2
or more of 'em. It makes me real mad
that I can't get anyone to talk to me I'm so…alone, don't they get that? I'm always supposed to be in the house but
there's no one in the house! What am I
supposed to do? Talk to the furnisher? I try to find my so-called husband but like
I've said before, he'll drop dead before he'll be seen with me.
He's been real
cranky ever since his hand got mangled.
I forgot to tell you 'bout that didn't I diary. Well, he came home yesterday, with his hand
all bandaged up and limp. He said, "It
got stuck in a machine". Bah! I know it was the big fella. Curley probably tried to get 'im, like he
always done to the big guys. Well, I
think big guy did right doing' that! He
deserved it, after all, he always askin' for trouble and he finally got
his! Curley's always been a real wart,
grumping and treating everyone like they're below him, just like me! Just cause I'm a girl doesn't mean I ain't
no good. I'm plenty good, too good for
him. How'd I get stuck with 'im
anyway? Oh well, might as well stop,
I'm just depressin' myself. I think
I'll go out to the barn again, see the pups, animals. Maybe even find someone to talk to like the big guy. Who knows?
Truly,
Louisa
NOTE: If you ever
read the book, you'd know that Curley's wife really doesn't have a name, well I
gave her one. 2ND you'd also
notice that the last entry happens just before she gets herself killed in the
barn. Gets you thinkin' doesn't it?
