Dramatic Monologue

Ding,ding,ding,ring. I hear my phone buzzing terrified to pick it up the laughing in the distance. I can hear Becca’s heels coming down the hallway. I’m trying to decide whether to run or stay there and take the wrath of her and her “minions.” Think Scarlet... too late. Becca is standing in front of me with her bleach blonde hair and minty breath. I can feel her eyes burning in my head. Scared looked up, she asks “ Have you seen your phone lately?” Laughs burst of behind me. Embarrassed I respond “No,not recently.” Not recently really Scarlet that’s stupid. She comes up to by ear and says “don’t you probably don’t want to cry, in front of everyone.” She walks off with her heels slamming the group from the distance. Earlier, I slammed the
Everyday they do the same things.
Becca the schools popular girl who everyone worships. Drives up in her shiny pink convertible car. As I was watching her slowly park the car in her “reserved” parking spot.I think about if I would walk up to her and her minions, and just tell her how I feel. I think if I did that, people would agree everyone is too scarred.To tell her the truth. But in reality, I’m the person who she finds joy in making fun of.
After school, I’m waiting for the bus when I found myself going back to what I was thinking before and how I if I did talk to her what would happen to her If people would just make fun of me. When, I get on my bus we drive by the waterfall on the river it always looks so peaceful. It always reminds me of when I was I was little. I used to swim in the river with my mom. Before she got consumed with work. When I get home, I don’t want to talk to anyone I just curl up in my bed and try to fall asleep. The next day, I get to school, I see Becca, she is picking on this small girl. I should help her. The girl makes eye contact with me. I quickly look the other direction, I couldn’t risk getting bullied today. So I walked away watching the girl desperate for help. I can’t take this. It’s everyone she picks on