Monologue
Uploaded by makemequeen on Jun 04, 2007
[i:a431da5610]Patricia is eighteen and the monologue is set in the girls shared apartment of a multi-storey apartment block. She is leaning over the counter of the breakfast bar and aimlessly making herself some tea. It is late afternoon[/i:a431da5610]
This can get so boring at times.
-looks up slowly-
I was so excited when my entrance report came back as a positive. I had always wanted to study somewhere with a different agenda than where I used to live. It was always so uptight and you could never really be yourself without the sarcastic old folks coming up to you and saying, ‘Well, well, I thought ya were supposed a be good at this sorta thing. If ya keep doin’ it all wrong I might as well ‘ave to do it meself.’ Do it themselves… that would be a funny sight. They can’t even toast bread, let alone do any other sort of work. I was the one that did the work. Me and my little sister. We used to work as part-time cleaners, and sometimes we would even do a bit of gardening if my Ma had some money issues she needed help with.
But I gave that all up now, so until I get my degree, there isn’t any way for me to go back. I promised them.
-puts the kettle on-
Though I do miss having friends and family around me. People I could actually talk to and enjoy the company with. My roommates here aren’t the conversational types when it comes to roommates. It’s either you give them something or there’s no point in actually trying to know them. It’s a bit sad, but considering that they all grew up in the city with mums and dads obeying their every whim, I can understand why they can be obnoxious at times. But I had better keep quiet about that. They already hate me for not supporting them with their little house party.
-pause-
It wasn’t any good really, when I come to think of it. Cheap beer, even cheaper snacks, and music that sounded as if they had been pirated the wrong way. If anything, I helped save any reputation they had left considering they made a pig’s ear of everything. Supposed party animals… that’s a bit of a laugh. They may dress like animals but they act more like sluts… oh, I’m getting to be as bad as them now.
-sighs-
This place is completely different...