Monologue

This is the beginning of our monologue. We haven't finished it yet as we are completing the storyboard before we carry on with the monologue.

Oh it's Mum again, shes always worrying about me. Everyday for the last two years she's been calling me at 3:33 on the dot. Its becoming a bit obsessive now but I've got used to it. It all started when Dad got sent to prison for drug dealing. He used to say it was corn flour but I knew exactly what it was. Me and Dad didn't get along much but I feel gutted that he left me and Mum on our own. I don't mind that much as I've been alone my entire life, but it really affected Mum. She didn't take it well, cried for days. She kept repeating 'It wasnt his fault" , over and over again. It scared me a little if I'm honest with you. I didn't want any outsiders to find out what had happened, but someone found out and the words spread like fire. Even now, people still use my Dad against me, even though it's been so long since he went away. My grades are slipping at school, I didn't notice until my teachers gave me a warning. There isn't anything which gets me out of bed in the morning... except for this one girl in my class. She hangs out with the popular people, but seems quite nice. She's really pretty and it's embarrassing whenever she catches me staring at her. I should be careful, but I never am. I've talked about her and the rest of my problems with one person I met about 2 years ago. She doesn't talk much but she's a really good listener. Oh, and it's weird how she has the same name as the girl in my class, kind of looks like her too. Mum says I'm 'ridiculous' for trusting her but I just think she's jealous because I don't open up to her. I don't need her help, I just need my friend.