Girl Drama Monologue

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

To say she is shocked to see a teenage girl blonde teenage Barbie lookalike where her 40 year old one night stand should be is an understatement what the fu.... I explain about everything the d.n.a trial the Dr McCormick everything in a high pitched voice of a teenage girl when I finally finished Vera still shocked says what your saying is impossible. No shit I say in a way that seems bitchy. We have to get you to this Dr McCormick. I text her no answer and I call and don't even get an answering machine start to panic I will come back as I start to panic I don't want to be a girl I don't know how to be a girl. I want to be me/John as Vera comes back with unisex sweats. No use putting it off any longer I think as I strip to my birthday suit.

My Braideigh girls, today this just happened to mama..you woke up running into my bed just to get back into bed with Mommy. You told me to just lay and cuddle. Every time I hear those words you melt me because I know even with how independent and sassy my little baby girl is I still have you actually wanting and needing me..Just as I was ready to take off for work I looked at you, your face looked so much older today.. at that moment every emotion possible came over my body.. Proud,happy and sad because you are growing daily and there is no such thing as a just SLOW down button. Sad that I couldn't just lay in the bed and hold you tight when that's what you really wanted. because I know there's gonna be a day (before I know it) that you'll

The rain hit the window screen harder and harder with every drop. Well at least, that’s what it sounded like. Or, it could have just been the large amount of heroine I just shot up my arm.

i just don't quite understand why you felt the need to block me. i know it wasn't an accident because you would have unblocked me by now. i don't know if it's because i talk to cameron sometimes now but if that's the case thats petty asf. i don't know why its such a big deal anyways. you broke up with him so you really don't have a place to be hella mad. i know you like Collin and im happy for you with that but you cant go around starting things like blocking me just because you get mad. i did nothing to you and you know that so just because you're in a bad mood or go to some mf fancy Jesus school now doesn't mean you have to throw shade at me. we used to be best friends but now you just want to go around starting altercations and to be quite

Brett and Devyn first met in middle school in the 7th grade and from then on went to school together all the way up to their Senior year of high school. They had been really good friends up to this point, but Brett had a crush on Devyn for years. During football season, they really became close. One Friday night in November, it was really cold at the game. They had been hanging out all night with each other and their friends. Brett, being the gentleman that he was, was worried that she was cold and insisted on her wearing his jacket to stay warm. In the last quarter, this guy kept hitting on Devyn. She was not interested, but he was very persistent. Brett came over to her, grabbed her hand and acted like her boyfriend so that the guy would

Frances-Jane approached the Strattford train station warily, seemingly unsure of herself and her surroundings. For the hundredth time that day she wondered why she should be here, and what good it would create. But with a quick straightening of her plaid skirt and a tuck of her blouse, she gathered her courage to continue.

I appreciate your option and I understand that you are defending Chandler but I do not understand why you are yelling at me because all I did was ask chandler why she was talking bad about one of my best friends. If the rolls were reversed and I heard that shayla why she was talking about chandler in a negative way to other people I would do the same thing.In me and Chandlers text message conversation I did not blame her or yell at her, all that I said is that I was disappointed in her. I love Chandler to death and she is my best friend so when hearing this news I could not believe that she would be going around saying such bad things about someone I care about. I apologize if I can off in a rude in any way but I feel that this text message was uncalled for and I don’t understand why chandler could not of called me or texted me this

Oh, how I wanted to say they knew about me being the only girl who had ever won the honor when I had asked each and every last one of them to come. What I got was them telling me it wasn't something important like receiving first place in a beauty pageant or cheering on her school's team. Let’s not forget the celebration they had decided to have on the same night because her little sister Celia came home and told them she had a date with the starting quarterback and captain of the junior varsity football team. I can see now that my mother would soon try to blame me for them not showing up to a place where she could’ve shown off my sisters to important people, especially a movie director.

Today it finally set in that my diva will be a senior tomorrow. Tomorrow marks one day closer to her graduating high school one day closer to her leaving the nest and one day closer to her venturing out into this scary world we live in. Let’s be honest I’m not ready to let her go. I know she is eager and excited to explore the world, to meet new people and see new things. It seems like yesterday it was her first day of kindergarten and she said to me it’s okay mommy you don’t have to walk me into class I’m a big girl. I remember how I cried like a big baby watching her walk away. I wasn’t prepared for that day. I wasn’t prepared for the scrapes, bruises, tears of joy, heartbreaks, and emotional roller coaster rides that teenagers put you through

My friend Bryan and I had never been in a situation like this one before. We had always promised each other that nothing or no one would ever interfere with our friendship. Well this particular school year everything was about to change. We started the year off great, playing football, and looking forward to our big homecoming dance. This is when we would meet the girl that would almost destroy our friendship. We all met up at a mutual friend’s house who was throwing an after party bash.

When I ask Bennett what he told her he says this, “ This has nothing to do with you and she should have not put you in the middle and making it your fault.” I reply back with, “ But this does involve me now and I want to know. My dad once said there a leaders and followers, are you just guy to follow other people saying that you can’t date me. You just treated me like I was girl that's just there to sit and look pretty, but I don't want to I’m sharing my opinion and i’d like to know because this is my life.”

Vision When contemplating the choices I would like to make when directing Once, I thought a lot about the impact I would like to leave my audience members with. Not just thinking differently of street performers, but something more. I’d like audience members to connect with the characters on a personal level; the themes are easily relatable, and the relation is in the storyline, so that shouldn’t be too hard. My biggest goal is to make everyone in the theatre both cry and laugh at least once throughout the show. I want the audience to feel the passion of music in the air and be able to explore the emotion Guy and Girl are pouring out into their work.

I have been both. The good one and the bad one. The one that cares about other people's interests and thinks that humanity deserves a second chance. And the bad one, that is driven (if not controlled) by greed and power. Feeling powerful is a drug that is quite though to quit. Because everyone around you wants it (even if it is for a second). It is an euphoric, emblematic, kind of hystoric sentiment. It makes you feel smarter then you really are. You think you are the beholder of the truth. It makes you feel like a God, that you believe or not in the existence of such a symbolic creature. At the starts, for me, it felt like a pat on the back : '' Good girl. Keep going ! '' Then it messed with my head more then my humanity could stand. Two years

Dakota and I were known as the power couple, my friends where jealous of our relationship and I could not be happier. In my mind I really thought I found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with, and we were both ready for that commitment, since I received a promise ring from him stating that were going to make it through college together, and then settle down. The first couple of months of college were difficult for both of us, but we made it through by seeing one another every other week. However it was not until spring semester of my freshman year when things started to change. I noticed Dakota becoming more over protective, especially after I found a good group of friends who wanted to go out every weekend and party. Due to this my feelings for him started to fade,