Alma Lynch Monologue

“Alma, you really need to meet this psychologist, your father and I hired him from Seattle, as your parent, we will not allow our child drinking or smoking before 18. And we don’t want you to be a bad girl in the neighborhood. So please, do it for us.” “Whatever you say ok, I am done with you. I am not going to.” I shut the door, and put on my headphone. But soon I realize that my “parents ” haven’t give me the money for this month. I reach to the door “Hey, before y’all leave me in New York and go out for your business, leave the money down, I need them. ” “Excuse me, young lady. You don’t talk to us like this.” my mom is “yelling”outside of my room. But who care? I don’t. “You are the most polite girl I have ever seen.” “Yeah, I am.”
Oh, I just remember I have parents, I don’t even want to call them parents. They are way too busy for their business, busy enough to leave their only daughter in a strange city and stay at home with those stupid maids that can’t even speak English. It sucks. And the only thing can make me happy is to smoke and drink. Flowers need to seek the sun and nothing can stop me from seeking all the fun in smoking and drinking. My parents call me bad girl since the day they know I smoke and drink in my old school back in California. But they will never find out what causes
I still live with my money and my maids in this strange house. I still write my diary sometimes. I smoke and drink like usual. I talk to Lucy Lucy sometimes during lunch, by the way, I sit with Lucy Lucy and her friends during lunch time. They pull me over a day after Lucy Lucy smokes with me in the bathroom. And my “parents”disappear like usual. Everything is back on track. Lucy Lucy and her amazing friends have break my rule, WELL DONE Alma.

It’s Friday again, I go home with a cup of coffee, and I pick up my pen like usual, and start to write… Dear Diary, It’s almost December, I “talk” to my”parents” that I want to go back to California during Christmas. I “talk” with them by sticking notes on the fridge like Melinda does in “Speak”, but it’s not direct to them, my maid read it, and tell them when they call. My parents miss my talent show performance with Lucy Lucy and her friends. And now the whole school think that my parents are incompetent.

Lucy Lucy asks me in the back stage during the talent show.
“Al, where’s your parents?”
“Don’t know, probably in a meeting or something. They always busy. I am getting use to it.”
“But it’s your first performance since you come to this