Monologue: High School
Monologue: High School
Do you realize that tonight is the most important night of my life? Oh my God! Do you? It’s like totally more important than cheer tryouts. It’s more important than my first kiss, the first day of middle school, the first day of high school, the first day of Driver’s Ed, more important than my driver’s license, more important than any of my ex-boyfriends, more important than my current boyfriends… I mean friend. It is the pinnacle of the high school experience. The prom. Prom night.
The night that I will remember for the rest of my life. I spent six hundred dollars on my dress. Anyway, Jane Hickman spent a thousand… She’s a total daddy’s girl. For her sixteenth birthday, her Dad bought her a brand new Ford Explorer. For my sixteenth birthday I only got a two year old Taurus. Whatever. Some girls are just born with a silver spoon in their mouth. She’s such a snobby little rich girl. A little rich girl whose parents buy her anything she wants. Her parents have a swimming pool and a tennis court.
All we have is a Jacuzzi. One time she told me she (Makes quote signs with her fingers. ) liked my outfit. She’s such a snob. I know what she meant. She was making fun of my new designer jeans. She thinks they’re out of fashion already. Slut. Oh well, I’m not going to let Jane Hickman ruin the most important night of my life. My six hundred dollar dress is way more stylish that that over-priced rag she’s going to’ wear. That little bitch. That little slut. I’m going to’ be homecoming royalty for sure. Homecoming queen!
I hate Jane Hickman. love bite Hickman, ’cause she’s always got a love bite on her neck. That little crazy mamma better not be getting on the royal court. I’d just kill myself if she was homecoming queen. I’d kill myself! It’s bad enough her dress cost more. It’s bad enough she’s got a newer car. It’s bad enough she’s got a pool and a tennis court. I hate my parents. I can’t believe you’re related to my Mom. She’s so lame. At least you have money. We sure don’t. Why don’t we have a pool and a tennis court?
My Mom is so lazy all she does is sit around at the computer. My Dad’s never around. He’s always at the (Makes quotes with her fingers again. ) office. Whatever that means. Like if he was at the (Makes quotes one last time. ) office, he’d be making money right? Well, maybe he needs to get his butt in gear and get his daughter a fifteen hundred dollar dress so she doesn’t look like a bag lady at the prom. That’s what I’m going to look like. A bag lady! Jane Hickman is going to’ be prom queen for sure. This is going to’ be the worst night of my life.
University/College: University of Arkansas System
Type of paper: Thesis/Dissertation Chapter
Date: 14 October 2016
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