Dramatic Monologue
“Once upon a time…” Sitting in my chair, looking at my vanity. I sat there waiting for my third sister to retrieve me for the ball that the Duke was having. I looked at the liar in the mirror. She wasn’t bad looking, long brown hair twisted by the maids, feathers adorned her she again, this year she was an owl, one of those pretty barn owls that live in my bird collection. My dress was a mess of brown and white feathers, I stared at the mirror and the only thing that always catches me is the sad eyes that bore into me, sad pale green eyes, they were the color of the powdery green moths that fly around at night looking for light only to be burned by the candle flames. There misery at least was fast. The Duke and his family had this ball every
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Mother wasn’t that old, she would though be turning 35 this year. Her family started her off young. She was married at 15. She conceived me on her wedding night. She didn’t seem too bothered by the fact she was still young when she had me. She seemed to love my father, but- I only know that by the tone she uses to describe him. When it comes to talking about all her husbands she has a fond voice. She had her moments they were rare but mother still seemed to care…
“Look at the princess. She strides down the stairs with grace and beauty. You were my perfect doll while you were younger. Now you are the sour princess. I was 15 when I had you. Mavis it’s your 20th birthday this year, you have yet to find a man. I was thinking Derik perhaps...” Care my ass.
Mother looked at me with disgust. “You are a beautiful China doll that has no sex appeal. It makes me wonder if you will ever get a man… huh,” she smiled wickedly. “I have an idea- you can be the lady down the lane a few kilometers, with a house full of cats.” She gave a side sneer at the last remark.
“Mother, are we ready to leave?” Oh dear mother, cats are fabulous. I just rolled my eyes at
Mother wasn’t that old, she would though be turning 35 this year. Her family started her off young. She was married at 15. She conceived me on her wedding night. She didn’t seem too bothered by the fact she was still young when she had me. She seemed to love my father, but- I only know that by the tone she uses to describe him. When it comes to talking about all her husbands she has a fond voice. She had her moments they were rare but mother still seemed to care…
“Look at the princess. She strides down the stairs with grace and beauty. You were my perfect doll while you were younger. Now you are the sour princess. I was 15 when I had you. Mavis it’s your 20th birthday this year, you have yet to find a man. I was thinking Derik perhaps...” Care my ass.
Mother looked at me with disgust. “You are a beautiful China doll that has no sex appeal. It makes me wonder if you will ever get a man… huh,” she smiled wickedly. “I have an idea- you can be the lady down the lane a few kilometers, with a house full of cats.” She gave a side sneer at the last remark.
“Mother, are we ready to leave?” Oh dear mother, cats are fabulous. I just rolled my eyes at