Monologue: Adoption

I wrote it for Theatre class. Read it please and tell me what you think! :)

Characters- Echo Melody Shadow Mandela-Poe, Grandfather Mandela

Script For-   Sharp Blade Of Death

Final Copy- Monologue:  Talking  To Grandfather-Flashback: Ten Years Old- First Meet

 

(To Grandfather)Echo: It’s nice to meet you. I believe you’re my father’s father? I will be staying here for the time being. I will try my very best not to be nuisance to you. My parents went out on a business trip and I don’t know when they will be back. I hope that my stay here with you won’t be a problem.

(To Audience)Echo: I actually know that my parents aren’t on a trip do to sudden business. I think they want to have a child of their own again.

I don’t know how I feel about my parents. I don’t feel like my blood is connected to theirs. Of course, I’m ten years old. What am I supposed to know?

(To Grandfather) Grandfather giving tour of house and explaining how Grandmother died. Apparently it was a from an unnoticeable Taipan Viper Snake bite when on honeymoon to Australia.   Thank you Grandfather, your home is exquisitely beautiful. I think I will enjoy my stay here. It’s getting late so I think I will see myself to my room and attend to bed. I shall see you in the morning for Breakfast.

 (In room, talking to audience)  I can’t believe I’m actually here. It’s so quaint and pleasant. Not hot, but not too cold. Just… homey. It has the scent of lavender and honey with a dash of white sage. The kitchen smells of fresh toffee and, well made coffee of different brands and times. I wish home smelled like this...

Picks up small stuffed bunny that’s sitting on bed ( talking to small bunny) Now, who are you? Well whoever you are, you’re quite adorable. Maybe I will name you during my stay here for the amount of undetermined time. I suppose I should introduce myself first though… I think I will do that tomorrow. They do say that talking to strangers about your problems help you feel better.

(heavy stressed and sad sigh) Well, let’s see… I don’t feel like I belong by blood relations to my family. They never mention how they got my name or even the date of my real birthday. I may be ten years old, but I know when something isn’t right. When nothing is right. When everything is wrong. I don’t know what to do, who to tell or where to go. Something’s you have to figure out for yourself whether or not it kills you or hurts you.( plays with bunny’s ears)

Author's Note

I sort of just copied and pasted it from a word document from my email. That explains the highlights, I just didn't want to change it. Tell me what you think please! Tough feedback is much a appreciated, no need to spare my feelings!