Sunday, November 10, 2019
Monologue: High School Essay
Do you realize that tonight is the most important night of my life? Oh my God! Do you? Itââ¬â¢s like totally more important than cheer tryouts. Itââ¬â¢s more important than my first kiss, the first day of middle school, the first day of high school, the first day of Driverââ¬â¢s Ed, more important than my driverââ¬â¢s license, more important than any of my ex-boyfriends, more important than my current boyfriendsâ⬠¦ 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 thousandâ⬠¦ Sheââ¬â¢s a total daddyââ¬â¢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. Sheââ¬â¢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. Sheââ¬â¢s such a snob. I know what she meant. She was making fun of my new designer jeans. She thinks theyââ¬â¢re out of fashion already. Slut. Oh well, Iââ¬â¢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 sheââ¬â¢s going toââ¬â¢ wear. That little bitch. That little slut. Iââ¬â¢m going toââ¬â¢ be homecoming royalty for sure. Homecoming queen! I hate Jane Hickman. love bite Hickman, ââ¬â¢cause sheââ¬â¢s always got a love bite on her neck. That little crazy mamma better not be getting on the royal court. Iââ¬â¢d just kill myself if she was homecoming queen. Iââ¬â¢d kill myself! Itââ¬â¢s bad enough her dress cost more. Itââ¬â¢s bad enough sheââ¬â¢s got a newer car. Itââ¬â¢s bad enough sheââ¬â¢s got a pool and a tennis court. I hate my parents. I canââ¬â¢t believe youââ¬â¢re related to my Mom. Sheââ¬â¢s so lame. At least you have money. We sure donââ¬â¢t. Why donââ¬â¢t we have a pool and a tennis court? My Mom is so lazy all she does is sit around at the computer. My Dadââ¬â¢s never around. Heââ¬â¢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, heââ¬â¢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 doesnââ¬â¢t look like a bag lady at the prom. Thatââ¬â¢s what Iââ¬â¢m going to look like. A bag lady! Jane Hickman is going toââ¬â¢ be prom queen for sure. This is going toââ¬â¢ be the worst night of my life.
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