Pamela Monologue

Pamela’s first day of school was today. She was so excited, but a little nervous. She walked up the pathway to the giant, dark school looming over her, creating a great cast of shadow. It was a brick school, and reminded her of a mansion. The gates were black, and had crows sitting on the pillars. “Hello!” A woman boomed. Pam looked up, and saw a mean-looking woman with a tight bun and a green school uniform who grinned mischievously, showing her dirty teeth. She was large, and her hair was brown. “I am Mrs. Evans. Tell me your name, you dirty child.” She said to her, making a disgusted face. “Uh, I’m Pamela,” she answered. “Pamela, who?” Mrs. Evans yelled back at her. Pam said “Pamela Zinnie.” Pam said. “Well, Ms. Zinnie, get into school now!
She appeared tired looking, but nice. She had a warm smile on her face, and the same uniform as every other girl. Her hair was short, and a dirty blonde. “Why, hello there,” he said. We were expecting you.” She smiled. “I’m Ms. Sinclair,” she said. I’m your homeroom teacher. Why don’t you tell us your name?” Pam was scared. “Pamela, Zinnie.” She stammered. Ms. Sinclair motioned to an open seat next to a little girl. She sits down next to her, and smiles. “Hi,” she whispered. “My name is Penelope.” Pamela gives a shy smile in response. Minutes later, the teacher announces, “The headmaster will be here in a minute to teach. Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, and do not move a muscle.” She says sternly. “Yes Ms. Sinclair.” The whole class says it in unison. “Penelope, go get the water glass.” Orders Ms. Sinclair. Penelope gets up, and pulls a dirty, long, wiggly worm out of her pocket. She goes, “Shh..” To Pamela, not to
Penelope pours a glass of water into a gray tin pitcher, and puts the worm inside. Then she walks back up to the table, and sets it on the corner. Everybody can hear the Headmaster’s footsteps, and Ms. Sinclair gets a shade and pulls it over the fun, colorful items that decorate her classroom. The “Hello! Listen up, filthy maggots!” She yells, in the loudest voice she can. “Let me take a sip of my water. And I don’t want to hear a peep! Or you’re going in the room!” Pamela wonders what that is, but talking is risky when Mrs. Evans is around. Pam doesn’t want to find out. As Mrs. Evans drinks the glass, the worm falls on her shirt. It wiggles slowly but surely up to her neck, and she jumps and screams. AHH! I’m a snobber! A MAGGOT!” She dances around while yelling, making the whole class burst into laughter. Even Ms. Sinclair let out a small chuckle. She wipes it off, and yells. “I know somebody who pours my glass of water every single day! It could only be Penelope.” She glared. “You thought you could pay me back, did you? Well, I’ll pay you back, Penelope! You're going straight to the room!” She reaches out her big, dirty hands to grab Penelope by her braids. “No, I did it, Mrs. Evans.” Pam stands up.” I bring the bugs to