Don't Judge Me - Loren Jenkins

Cast:

Rachael- Main Character
Malika- Sierra’s sister and Rachael’s enemy
Mrs.Smith: Mother of Rachael and Sean
Mr.Smith: Father of Rachael and Sean
Sean- Rachael’s brother and Sierra’s Girlfriend
David- Sean’s best friend
Aleasha- Davids older sister
Sierra- Seans girl friend
Jackie: The little sister of Sean and Rachael

Scene 1, Act 1
Rachael
(Rachael is just waking up from her bedroom turning her alarm clock off, and streach  before she gets out the bed)
         Beep! Beep! Beep! I could hear the alarm in my head going off. The last Beeeeeeeeeepppp! Got me up fo’sho.  I had just realized that today was my big day to go for the casting call for American Apparel. I was so excited I hurried up and hit the dismiss button on my alarm clock and jumped out of the bed. I already knew what I was going to wear today, and I packed my modeling set clothes in the new purple Nike bag I just brought.  Today I was feeling young and sexy since my birthday was coming up in a few months I though I must enjoy my youth years before the huge packet of responsibility come on me. I wore a soft quarter length cream flower patterning silk scope neck shirt, with my new sky blue Jeggings ,and my 4 inch clog heels. I thought I was looking bad! Well ya know I was.
(She starts to put on her outfit to leave for her casting call for a modeling audition. When she goes to check on her parents and little sister she looks happy and sad at the same time.)
           As I got done putting my clothes on, I made myself a simple breakfast nothing to big though just something to keep my stomach from growling so roughly. I had 2 pieces of toast with some jelly and a glass of milk. It was good. After I was done I cleaned up the little mess that I had made in the kitchen, and went into my parents room to tell them that I will be leaving now. As I stepped in the room I could see my mother, father and my little sister who is 7 between them resting peacefully so I didn’t bother them. I closed the door with a smile on my face.  As I walk down the hall I notice my big brother Sean is in the bathroom taking his early shower before he has to go to work. He hears me walk past and peeped out the bathroom door. I gave him the don’t mess with me look and he closed the bathroom door to continue what he was doing. Before I can hit the steps he comes out the bathroom. I was shocked to see that my brother is maturing. In my head I was thinking well about time. I took the offer by saying “Sure, that will be nice. I miss hanging out with my big bro sometimes.” He smiles back and throw me his car keys.” I knew he was lying, he is never on time.
(She gets in the car and turn it on and the radio. She puts her seat belt on and start to thinking about the old times)
           Finally, I’m in the car and five minutes has already past. I’m jamming to some Lil Wayne and Drake as they just came on the radio station.  Immedenilty after the song was done I could see Sean coming out of the house. He wore his new vans I just brought him for his birthday two weeks ago, some skinny jeans, and a North face hoodie with a North face hat. My brother was handsome all the ladies around my way would be on his top. He was the kind of guy every girl dreamed of. He was nice, sweet, smart, polite, and knew how to make money with out having to sell drugs on the corner of a street. Everywhere we went ladies would look him up and down and when it came to me the rolled their eyes. I’m guessing they thought I was his girl.  “Ha-haaa” I laughed a little to myself.  He got in the car with on the song Black and Yellow, which is rapped by Wiz Khilifa.  He turned it up in his new BMW our parents just brought him for doing so well in college and managing to work at the same time.
( When talking about the old times she is cool until Sean hits her triger, she then startds to go off and have her taturems, Sean doesn’t argue with her trying to stay focus on the road)
           When he put his foot on the gas, the engine roaring in heart start to beat faster of such excitement. On the ride to our destination we started to talking about the old days when we where younger, How we used cause so much trouble at school , nothing major just things kids get in trouble for, We compared out lives on how we changed and we both a better future. I started to laugh because I remember when we was done we got into more trouble. “No NO I got a better one,




remember when that little girl called me a Bitch because I took the last ice cream bar from the ice cream truck? I went crazy on her ass.” I laughed looking at Sean. “I could of just sworn you apologized to me in the house about this same subject. Yes, I have Conductive Disorder and I’m trying to control it, but it’s hard when people like you, like you, my own family who suppose to be there for me, but all you do is crack jokes and think it’s a game. It’s not a game okay so don’t smash in my face every time you think you can… Okay” I said screaming and crying. Sean drove with the music turned up loud trying to ignore whatever I was going to say next, even though I was done speaking to him.
(Just sitting there relaxing most of the ride to the place, cooling down from the temper she just had)
           He drove me there safely. When I stepped out to the fresh air I thought well maybe I would be okay. I turned to the car and bend down to the window “ I love you big bro”. I walked away as he drove off. The casting was held at the Marriott Hotel on the first floor crystal ball room. It was nice and tons of females where there that got chosen from the photo contest online. When you came in you had to show them your information that you had to print out from the computer, get a number, and wait to be called in one of the sheeted spots to change into your first outfit and meet the panelist.  About a good 45 minutes has passed before my number was called. I was so thrilled to hurry up and model down the runway. The first change was the black body suit, with sparkling tights, and black 4 inch pump heels. I thought I was looking sharp, and I kept a smile on my face. As I walked out of the changing area, most of the girls just stared and looked at me as if I was any different from them. When I took another glaze at everyone I did notice something. Most of the girls were taller then me, and skinner then me. I wasn’t fat just thick ya know.  I was on my school track team, and took up kick boxing lessons to keep my anger in control.
( Here face lighted up because it was her time to shine, Girls all over was looking at her up and down as she made it to the interview room)
           I heard my number being called to show my stuff.  I walked on that run way thinking that I owned it turning, twisting, and swirling. I knew I was going to get picked.  As I came to the end I meet the three panelists. There names where George, Lisa, and Cathy. I reply, “ Well my name is Rachel Smith and I’m from Southwest, Philadelphia. “ Thanks for having me here” I say with a smile on my face. “ Well I’m different from the rest because I’m have inspiration to become something big, and better then what is already out there. I want to take modeling to a different edge where it can’t be compared to Nicki Manij or Lady Gaga. I want to show that black American girls, thick girls, girls of all color that they can to become someone in the modeling industry where the rules are strict. I want to break that barrier where everyone won’t be subjected to who they really are. “ I said. They seemed to be very impressed of what I said and told me to model for them one more time.  It was time to change into my off the shoulder dress that was a bright yellow with a bow in the back, and with my silver pumps from Steve Madden. Waling back to the runway. I notice to young black girls with long pretty hair and nice eyes laughing. I thought they where having a good time until I notice they where laughing at me.  I didn’t notice at first until I started to walk and the sound of their laughter started to get louder, and louder and faster, and faster, As I take my last spin I was stun to hear my name and rude comment behind my back. One of the girls said it. But I ignored it and kept on walking because I knew if I let it come out it might ruin something good that can be coming my way.  When I walked back to the changing spot I gathered my clothing, and put back on my clothes that I came in.  As was walking out I got my information back and the lady who gave me the number told me I should be getting a call within 3 days to know if I made the cast or not. “Thank you”.  I caught the bus back to my house; on the long ride back I couldn’t stop thinking how that girl disrespected me. I was happy that I kept my cool, but next time won’t be so smooth.
( Riding the bus with a smirk)
Scene 2, Act 2
Knife

( I scared dark scene, one person in the stage in the dark in the corner while saying this speak.)
           I’m here underneath the bed hiding because I’m scared of where I can be used at next. I stay here waiting to see if she will ever put me back in the kitchen where she got me from. I’ve been under this bed for over 7 years now and I’m lucky she hasn’t killed herself.  In this box she puts me in I’m shut out of the world that I belong to be in. I was created to be used to cut fruits and veggies. Not slice and puncture the skin of a human being.  I get upset and if I wasn’t an object I would tell her how upset I am at her.
           Once before Mrs. Smith took me out the box thinking that she was going to find any empty box to use. She put me back in the kitchen and when Rachel gets home she raise’s hell. She made her take all of her bracelets that she wore that day to show her wrist. Lucky, there was no marks because she didn’t use me yet; Ms. Smith whipped her until she clearly understood that you shouldn’t do those kinds of things. She was hard headed and went back in the kitchen to get me that night when everyone was in his or her beds sleeping.
           She took me upstairs into her bedroom and played with me in her hands. I was scared of what she was going to do with me next. She made me go over her arms back and fourth gently. Then ever time she stroke back and fourth with me in her hands on her wrists she would get stronger, faster, and heavier. She was sweating and shaking as if she knew what could happen next. She cut herself; she screamed a little waking up her little baby sister. Having everyone rush into the room to see what was going on.  When they got there she snucked  down stairs cleaned me off, and before she put me away Mr. Smith caught her. She was crying pain and didn’t know what to do. She told him that she fall on it and her hand hit it. She was lying of course. Her mother came down with baby Jackie and told her to sit down and tell them why she did it. She mentions that People has been calling her names in school. She tried everything that she could not hurt them. Sometimes she do by punching them or slapping them in the face. She feel’s bad mommy and daddy every time she comes home from school. Something doesn’t feel right in my head. All I hear is the name-calling and laughter. It seems like it follows her home every night. Her parent’s has stunned at what they heard, and decided it was time for her to visit the doctor as soon as the morning hit. Baby Jackie has never slept in that room again after that night.

Scene 3, Act 3
Racheal

( Rachael is in her room relaxing on her bed on the phone through out this whole scene)
           Ring, Ring, Ring…. Hello, who dis? O what’s up girl, did you get a new number? …O ard hold on let me put this in my phone before I forget. Hello? …Was up?... Who, who girl tell me who you saw again…. You saw Sean where and with who?.... Isn’t that music chick that’s always rapping and singing that was in the graduated class before us? …OMG! What where they doing? OOOwww he told me he had to go to work. Yeah maybe he did go to work you’re right, well after kissing that whore. Because I know. I know because she a hood rat I see her sometimes around this way and I’m  guessing that’s how they met. …Well I really don’t know how they met ,but I’m sure gonna ask him about it.  Why not? True, he might think that we spying on him or something…. He a grown man he can do whatever he please long as there ain’t no problems and he ain’t out there messing with no hoe…. I know I just called her a whore I was kidding I call a lot of people whore’s like you. hahaha hehehe…. Yes, it is funny. O it was fun but at the same time it was intimidating and I was starting to get angry. No I didn’t kill anyone what mad you ask me something like that. I know I’m crazy. Yeah, people ask me that all the time, but I just tell them no I don’t act out just to do it. I’ve been hurt when I was younger and you know that. I’m not gonna say what all I went through cuss we both know. And we both know that I went through hell in school and out. So they way I act is not based on some science fiction stuff the doctor tells me. Some woman wouldn’t even be able to be strong like I am and still be able to enjoy life at times. Yeah, but any who some girl that looks like whicha face was there with her friend or something. I knew her face with similar, but I just couldn’t make out who she was.  She had on a gold shot dress with like sandel pump heels, long silky black hair I couldn’t tell if it was hers or night, and those bright hazel brown eyes. Yeah, she’s a jounior right. Yeah, I knew her face just couldn’t make out who she was. THAT”S HER SISTER!!! Are you kidding me. OOO no fuck this shit I’m going to raise hell Monday in school. Sean and I are going to have a nice long sis and bro talk tonight when he get in before he goes to work.  I don’t gave a damn of how Sean feels about her. He never brung her home to meet the family so therefore she must not be that important to him! Look I don’t care that bitch called me out of my name. What did she say, She said look at the that crazy bitch with the big thighs rubbing on each other with her ugly self. Yes that’s why I was mad. Now I gotta go cuss I’m taking my sister to her friends sleepover. Ard call you lata.

Scene 4, Act 4
Rachel
(Rachel is now leaving her little sisters friends house to walk back to her home, then she see’s her brother driving up, and pulled over to her, and she gets in the car)

What’s up?... Where are you headed? …. Other side of town?.... Why you going over there for?... OO true, to see your boo?... Yeah, ya boo you know… Yeah, you know… I’m not arguing I’m just being sophisticated. Haha, yeah like I was saying., where ya headed too? … O yeah so are you looking for a place over there to near your hommies? .. O cool true. Hey, bro let me ask you something real quick?.. Do you a girl named Lyric, she used to go to my school, but her little sis and me is in the same grade? … O soooo you do know her?... I heard you, that more than knew her! . . . Stop raising my voice??, I ‘m not even yelling! .. Look whatever, you fucking that whore? .. Yeah I called her a whore because she is! I know her more then what you see in her. She’s nothing but a slut who used to sleep with in my guys in the school for money and weed, O yes, she did. I just told you how I know! Well anyway her little sister doesn’t like me… Yeah I’m sure. I saw the both of them today at the cast call. Yeah, she’s pretty , but her mouth is dirty. And the next time she says something to me nasty I will punch in her DAMN mouth! … Does she even know that me and you are sister and brother?.. O wow! I’m not surprised is that why you never brought her home to meet our family? … Yeah, well keep her where she is. I don’t think mom and dad would be to please to meet her anyway!
( They both get out the car at Sean’s best friends house. Sean best friend name is David who lives with his sister)

Scene5, Act 5
Rachael,Sean,David
( Sean and Rachael gets out the car while David meets them in the doorway of the house. They walk in greet everyone whose in the house then takes in the kitchen and starts to talk about their plans for their condo they plan on buying. While, Rachael is in the other room talking with David’s sister about fashion, her modeling dream , and  going to school)
Hey, did you find any cool spots yet?.. Cool , cool so let me see what you got so far… Alright so this right here looks pretty cool. Umm how much are the prices raging from?.. Okay that’s not bad cuss if he split that half and half it be about 650 a month for the both of us… Yeah, I can work with that… So what about your girl is she still moving in with us?.. Okay, good cuss you know I was thinking this should be a guys joint for more then a girls. I know she can come chill because that’s your girl and all family and friends are welcome, it’s just the where old enough to be living on our own and we paying for most of the rent here so therefore we should be the ones to make up the rules.. Yeah, so when do you want to make this meeting set?.. Okay, cool that’s perfect just e-mail me all the info and I will set up the meeting and get at you asap. .. Yeah we cool, but my sista acting weird about it… No see she doesn’t know and forreal forreal  I don’t want to tell her. Well you see her and her little sister was at this cast calling this morning for a modeling opportunity.. Yeah, so she told me that she was popping off at the mouth and that’s my sister I can’t having no girl disrespecting my family.. Yeah , you know we might have a little something going on but what she got between my sister she needs to stop it before I stop it and then they’ll both hate me… Yeah, so do you think that it’s a good time for them to meet?
( Rachael walks in when he says the last line, and gives the look as if she wants to know who she wants to meet? The convo now starts with Sean and Rachael )
Yeah Rachael, I said you , mom, dad, and Jackie is gonna meet her?.. You know who! .. I’m talking about Sierra, okay? … Look I know I know! ( Rachael just now left the house with Sean, David, and Aleasha, Davids sister walking after her out the house)  Rachael, Rachael Wait! ( she stand near the car acting like a brat) … I know I lied. .. I can understand your mad. You want me to take you home?.. Fine.
( Sean tells David that he’ll be right back)
( The silent ride all the way home without any speaking)
Act 6, Scene 6
Rachael
(Rachael is running up the stairs to go handle her self. She walks back and forth trying to clear her mind. She then grabs her phone to call her Bestfriend)
           Omg, you was right! It’s all true!... He does talk to her he really does! We where at David’s house when he was talking about it… I asked him in the car, but all he would say is no and trying to laugh it off and go to the next subject. .. I knew something was up cuss the way he was acting, but I didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt… I know he was acting smart about it saying that me and the fam would have to get over it. How long have yall been dating, and now you want to bring her home to the family ?? …
(Rachael come down sweetie where having a family meeting.- Her mother yells from the steps of there home)
Ugh, here it comes!.. I gotta go cuss where about to have a family meeting about you know who!.. Love ya 2 thanks girly.
( Rachael walks down the stairs towards the living room and takes a sit on the couch next to her little sister Jackie. Her mother and father is sitting together in the love sit. While Sean is in front of the TV about to make his statements.)
Act 7, Scene 7
Sean
I would like to say that I love you all , and that I care about all of you! I don’t want anything to come between our strong trusted family bonds. ( Rachael coughs saying you a ready did. Sean gives her the look.) There is something that I must tell you! That happens to be that I have been dating this girl for a while about 7 months now. Her name is .. and we do find are selfs in a deep relationship. Not focusing on love, but we do have strong feelings for us.  I’m to years older then her, and she used to go to Rachael’s high school where I used to go. That’s how and where we met.  She will be coming to join us for dinner on Wednesday, which is 4 days from now.  I am also moving in a few weeks with David J we found a spot not to far in the city.
Act
( Rachael Mom seems impressed and so does his father. Jackie has a big smile on her face, while Rachael just looks and rolls her eyes)
These last two monologe are short for a reason because the next few scences  are the conflict and i wanted to move to that slowly.
(The weekend is over and it’s now Monday the first day back to school.  Later on she will get into a huge fight and is suspended from school for 2 days. During this time after school on Monday and in the afternoon of Wednesday she has kick box class.  Jamila, Seans girlfriend comes over for dinner that same evening.)

 ( July- Drake is playing in the background while see gets dressed she already took her shower)
Act 8, Scene 8
Rachael

        This is my jamm. I can’t wait to go to school today. I can’t wait to see the bitch so I can comfront her ass about what she had said to me. And if she play games with me imma have her playing.

( She turns the music off and go down stairs)

Hey family...

( Her Parents and siblings are sitting eating breakfast in the kitchen.)

Thank you God for the food we’re about to receive, in the nutriments of our body, in Christ sake, Amen...

Umm mom these eggs are soo cheesey , just like I like them.
( Recheal and her family where eating and talking about what they have planned fort he day)

O yeah, Sean your secret lover is coming over today for dinner… I might not be here to see her… I have  some kick boxing lessons tonight remember today is Wednesday soo yeah…. You can come pick me up at 6, Please. Thanks dad… Well I gotta go see you guys later.

( Rachael walks off from the kitchen table and grabs her jacket and walk out the door to her bus stop)

( She is now at school and is walking to her first class)

Hey Girl, how was your weekend? .. Cool well you already know. Ow yes we got a sub today haha. ( Pulls out her i-pod, pencil, and notebook to finish the work on the board). So yeah if I see her then I will ask her about it…  O well is she that coincided that she has to be late to school almost everyday. I guess it might be because she has to put her face on because of all the make up she wears ya know?..  The bathroom, hun? … Yeah, well lets go and see if she’s in there. ( the both ask to go the bathroom, the teacher shakes his head and they leave the  classroom).  Well she betta be in here girl.. Imma just start simple talk with her if she doesn’t get mart before I do. ( they walk into the bathroom , and there she was putting on her make up).  O damn girl, don’t think that’s enough? ( she keeps butting her make up on smiling not noticing who was speaking to her)… No, haha well aren’t you like that junior girl that a model… Yeah, what’s your name again?.... O that’s right, did you have a cast call this weekend?.. Yeah, I was there do you remember me? ( She’s done putting her make up on and takes a good look at her with shock-ness) Yeah I thought you did, so about that little remark you made about me? Yes you did you little smut. Your just like your sister, aren’t you?... Yes, you know what the hell I’m talking about. ( Rachael starts to get madder and starts to sweat. She says to herself that this bitch is just playing dumb and scared because there two of us and on of her)… Im talking to you, duh? ( She tries to leave.).. Excuse you, where your going your already 35 minutes late to class, why bother going now?... Bitch who the fuck you think you talking to, now I’m not done with your ass!... Yeah, she can be here she not gonna touch you but if you touch me I will fuck you up… Anywho you small twig you said something very disrespectful to me ,and I don’t need to repeat it you for you to understand because I know that you know what I’m talking about!.. I m rising my voice at you cuss your acting like you don’t know( She smacks rachael , then try to run for the door, but rachaels best friend jumps in front of the door).. OOwwww BITCH YOUR GONNA GET IT!!!!!!!!!!! ( rachael pulls her by the hair and swings her back and punches her in the lip and eye before she could continue her best friend stops her.)

DON’T FUCK WITH ME BITCH, NOW GO RUN AND TELL WHO DID THIS TO YOU!!! BITCH I FUCKING HATE YOU AND YOUR FUCKING SISTER.
( She runs out the bathroom door to tell the teacher what happen, rachael and her best friend hurries back to the classroom as if nothing happened)

( Loud Speaker: Rachael Smith please come the Principals office immediately!)

( The class goes ooooooowwwww crazy girl)

Ugh, I know the smut was going to tell and I really don’t care!

( Rachael leaves the classroom making her way to the office.)

Hello… Well what happen was this was un finished business that occurred over the weekend. That’s all I’m saying. No I didn’t think it was okay for her to say what she said to me and I’m not gonna let no girl, boy, woman, or man talk to me any kind of way if there not my family! I’m sorry… Okay you can suspend me and call in hearing all you want, It doesn’t matter to me I ’m letting you know that now. Did she tell you that she hit me first… O I didn’t think she did, so what’s gonna happen to her nothing, right? .. . O well is she getting a 2 day suppension?.. Okay good! Well my last words before you send me home  is that I’m a senior and I only have about three more months of school before I graduate and go to college. Exspelling me now would be pretty awful, and dumb because all my hard work would have be done for nothing. I didn’t work this hard to become nothing, and I’m going to reach my goals and dreams liked I always wished to.  I will be a woman and I few days now, and I don’t have time for little chicks flocking in my way at the wrong time. That’s all.

( Rachael gets the rest of her homework from her teachers, and she stays down town for the rest of the day until it’s time for her kick boxing lessons start).
Act 9 , Scene 9
(Rachael is starting her session at her kickboxing practice, and Jackie, Sean’s girlfriend has just arrived to the house for dinner.)  
Rachael:
Left Kick
(Sean and Mya just pull up in front of the house)
Rachael:
Right Kick
(Sean and Mya just walked in the house, as they walk to the door Sean parents welcomes then in.)
Rachael:
Upper cut(Right Punch)
(They all walk to the living room, and greeted each other with hugs, hand shakes, and kisses)
Rachael:
Left Hook
Mya:
You have such a beautiful house, and Mrs. Smith your very pretty… Well I try to look my best thank you. (She smiles)
Rachael:
Upper cut (Left Punch)
Mya:
Hey little cutie, how are you,and what’s your name? … Well Jackie you’re adorable.
Rachael:
Right Hook
Mya:
Yes please, I would love to see the rest of the house.
( They walk around the house looking and talking about the photos and little nick necks that are in there eyes.)… That’s your little sister?... So you have to sister’s and then it’s you the oldest?... She looks familiar like if I seen her a few times before!... O so she goes to the same school as we did ,and my little sister…. Has she been there since the 9th grade?... Well I can see why I wouldn’t know her, I’ve heard about her but you was out of school before the both of us shot, and we barely talked to each other in school…
(They walk upstairs then down back to the kitchen.)
Rachael:
Two Times Left Hook
Mya:
Hey Mrs. Smith, do you need any help with anything? … Sure thing. How do you want them cut up?... Okay. (She smiles and then gets the fruit out of the refrigerator and takes it to the counter and starts to cut it up in cube size pieces.)
Rachael:
Left Hook, Right Hook combo
Mya:
OOooww this food is going to too be soo good I can tell by the smell.
(She puts the fruit all together and mix it together, add nuts and caramel, and then puts in the refrigerator.)
Rachael:
Looks in the mirror at her self.
Mya:
Takes a sit at the kitchen table, and takes a pocket mirror out her pocketbook and looks at herself.
Rachael:
Grabs a sit still looking in the mirror,and takes a break drinking some Power Aid.
Mr.Smith:
Excuse, me Mya would you like to go with Sean and I to pick up Rachael?
Mya:
No thanks, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
(Sean and Mr. Smith shook there heads ,and went on there way.)
Rachael:  
Starts her own routine that she has made up.
(Mr. Smith and Sean is on their way to pick her up.)
…… 15 Minutes Later….
Racheal:  
She walks to the back and gets dressed. Her phone rings, it’s her dad. .. Okay, dad I’m coming she says. She collects her things, and leave. Her dad greets her with a kiss and open and close the door for her. Hey, big bro she says.
Sean:
Hey lil sis, How was practice.
Rachael:
It has been well.
Sean and Mr.Smith say together:
Good
(They listened to the radio all the way home, and with little conversation. Back home Mrs.Smith sets the table with the help of Mya. The phone rings , but Mrs.Smith gets there to late so the answer machine comes on. It’s the consular from Rachael’s school calling to inform what happened in school today.)
Answering Machine:
Hello Mr. and Mrs. Smith, how are you? This is McWilliams from your daughter Rachael school Lead the Way. I’m calling on the behalf of the principal to inform you that Rachael has been suspended from school for 2 days. She won’t be able to come back to school in less one, or both of her parents are with her. She also has a hearing on the day she comes back. The reasoning for this was she was fighting a young lady named Malika who is a little younger then her.
(Mya hears the name and immediately knows it’s her sister, she comes over to comfort Mrs.Smith.)
She had gave her a black eye, and I swollen lip. Malika has also been suspended for 2 days and will be attending the meeting also with one or both of her parents. At this meeting we will discuss future goals and punishments. Sorry for the bad news.
(Sean, Rachael, and Mr.Smith come in through the back door which Is in the shield kitchen)
If you have any questions please call me ,or the Principal.
Mya:
I have to go I have to go I’m soo sorry!
Rachael:
Good we didn’t want you here in the first place.
Mrs.Smith:
Shut up!!!! You punched Malika in the eye and lip??
Sean and Mr.Smith:
( Look as if it was normal)
Sean
I thought you learned your lesson the first time?
Rachael
I learned but I ain’t no punk and if I feel as though I have a problem with someone I will confront them! Haven’t yall learned that lesson?
Mya
You could have killed her.
Rachael
Maybe I should’ve.
Mrs.Smith: (Smacks Rachael.)
Sean
Stop it mom Just Stop it, that won’t help!!
Rachael
Fuck you all, Fuck you, you, and you!
Mr.Smith
Watch your damn mouth!!!!!
Rachael
Yall take her side first before you hear me out. This smut that you don’t know nothing about. Who sean kept a secret for the past few mouths. Don’t get nasty with me when you have a chick who is fake and doesn’t respect your own daughter. Im out.
Ms.Smith
Come back here,NOW!

Rachael
No I rather not bye!
(She goes to stay at her aunts house for the 2 days to get away from everyone. On the day of the hearing she goes with her mom and dad.)
Narrator
Rachael has been off the hook, but she will have to serve 360 hours of community serves. She also has to see a doctor to make sure she is well off. As far Malika she has to do 154 hours of community serve , and it has to be done before she graduates when she gets in the 12 grade. At this meeting Mr.and Mrs. SMith learned that Malika was Mya’s little sister , and that Rachael was telling the truth all along. They had apologized to her.


Ms. Smith
( She’s talking to herself, God , and her husband while getting ready for bed.)

         Thank you, Lord for helping my daughter change. I thought I would never see this day coming. It’s been a long hard rode for the family to travel down with her. She made it, they said that it would only get worse because she was getting older. The older you get with this condition, the harder it would come down on you. I’m just lucky that my baby is more then normal. She is a living miracle with great open doors full with opportunities. She is now working extra hard putting in college forms together. She wants to major in human resources instead of modeling. It seemed to me that, that was just a hobby for her. Seeing her work harder each day. Waking up with a smile on her face just warms me up inside. Seeing that her anger is forced towards kickboxing and not on her family and friends. Not that it ever was because she knew better then that. I just want say thank you Lord for watching over us everyday, and giving us a wonderful blessing. My daughter back!
… Amen
( She gets in the bed and pull the covers over her. She falls asleep with a smile on he face, next to her husband.)

Rachael
( Laying on her bed writing in her Diary before she starts her day)
           She is still a spoiled brat, and I really don’t care what no one says. I love Sean and since I love him I would have to give her chance. Although I have learned that on my sisters and I part we did come off rude. I know that we can run our mouths to much at times. I agree that there is a change in both of them , and even in my self over the past 9 weeks. It has been almost 3 months since this whole problem occurred, I would have rather it be handled the way it was. I still don’t total agree with Rachael still being able to stay in school for the next 4 months or so. She could have killed my sister, then what. She goes to her little kickboxing, therapy, and community talk services during the week. I think that she deserves more then just getting her life together. In the past when I was in high school I used to talk so many trash about the different girls in the school. I talked about how they dressed, act, and if I liked you or not. Now looking at what a smart mouth can cause people to do to you, I’ve totally changed the way I act and talk to people. Sean and I are still going strong now, but during the beginning when everything started to blossom I thought we where going to end. But instead he moved out of his parent’s house to a little condo with one of his best friends. About a month later he came back around to chill with me and to go home to make sure things where all right.
( She close the book and put on her dresser, and leaves the room.)

Knief Diary
( Rachael is on the floor reaching for the box underneath  her bed).
           I can hear her footsteps coming closer to me, and I start to get nerves. It has been awhile since her, and I had any kind of contact. I can feel the heat from her body coming closer to mines as she comes to reach for the box that I am. When she opens the box, and I see those pretty eyes I knew that she has changed. I know it has been pretty rough for her having to deal with the consequences she had received. But I know that it changed her. (Rachael reaches down to pick up the knife and look at it smiling).
When she picks me up I can feel the sweet softness in her hands that comforts me like never before. I was never used comfort just to eat and cut at her raw skin. I felt something chilled on my skin. I notice she was crying tears of joy. I never once thought this day would come so soon. After all the praying and praying we have done for this child. I happy it’s over. It’s finally coming to an end.
( Rachael gets up and takes the knife downstairs to the kitchen).
Were leaving the room and walking past the bathroom and down the stairs , it has been a long time since we have ever walked together. My heart starts to jump with happiness and joy. It’s like I knew her every move that she was going to make next. (Rachael opens the eating materials draw and places the kneif in). I’M HOME! I never thought that I would ever come back here, but I was wrong she grew out of her CD and was able to look past it. I’m happy to know that she is getting better, and my wishes came true for the both of us.
(Rachael close’s the draw and walks away).

THE END!

For The Moment

My project was about "Correctional Rape." And correctional rape is when guys rape females because they are lesbians and try to make them straight. So they beat, rape, burn, and molest them until they are straight. Sometimes this results in them dying or catching some type of disease.

For The Moment

 

 

 

Cast of characters:

Umee - Melinda’s girlfriend

Melinda - Victim

Melinda’s Mother

Doctor Suzie

 

Act 1, Scene 1

 

MELINDA

 

Hi my name is Melinda I’m 16, and I am a rape victim. It all started one day after school when I was walking home with Umee. Oh, she’s my girlfriend. Oh my god yes. I love her more than anything. Well anyway we were on our way back to my house to ya know study and stuff. And we always take this short cut and when we do she holds me really tight. Yes to protect me from those people. So the people were back there that day. 3 of them all dressed in huge T-shirts and chains and baggy, ugly, dirty jeans. They smelled horrible. I can’t remember. But they saw us holding hands and started yelling a bunch of evil hateful words. Once we started to walk faster they yelled louder “Watch your back bitch, I will kill you” We didn’t know at that point who they were talking to but we just ran. And once we finally reached my house I dropped to the floor and she held me. I always felt safe in her arms. She was strong. Because she played a lot of sports of course. She was more manly than I. I wore dresses while she was more into baggy jeans. And the next day she wasn’t coming to school I tried to avoid the ally way but I couldn’t I walked really fast and hummed softly to myself hoping they wouldn’t be there and once I reached the end I turned around and I see them sitting there just watching me with their hateful eyes. Yes, I was terrified. Once school was over I was hoping to see Umee but she never showed up. So there I was alone … once again. I had to take that walk alone, praying so hard that they wouldn’t see me. But I was wrong, they saw me. I tried to run, but they tackled me and that’s when it all began. I begged and pleaded for them to stop but they kept hitting me the more I begged so I shut up.

 

(Telling mom what happens as they sit down and have a talk after she see’s Melinda)

 

 

Act 1, Scene 2

 

MELINDA

 

I said no. So many times that my throat was pulsating. They told me that if I told anyone I was dead but I couldn’t keep this a secret anymore mom! I couldn’t tell you any sooner because I know you would judge me, like you are now. You told me so? What type of shit is that to say to your daughter? No mom I can’t take being your slave anymore! You’ve treated me this way since I was able to walk. I know you have. NO STOP TALKING IT’S MY TURN! Ma you don’t ever let me finish, but now oh now it’s my turn! I’ve waited on you hand and foot. But when I need you for comfort after I just got gang raped and beat and all you can say is I told you so! No fuck that! I’M LEAVING AND I’M NEVER COMING BACK! I’m moving in with Umee . Bye

 

(Packs her things and cries while her mom sits downstairs with a straight face)

 

 

(Once she gets to Umee’s house)

 

Act 1, Scene 3

 

UMEE

 

(Once she gets to Umee’s house)

 

Baby. I. Am. so. Sorry! Please please please forgive me! No no it’s not. It’s all my fault why the fuck would I make you go out there by yourself knowing that those people are trying to get you. I’m sorry, staying here? With me? I mean why? You have a home? I know you just got raped and I’m sorry. Don’t even be like that you know I want you here. It’s just that me and you living together will be trouble. A lot of trouble and I can’t handle it Melinda. Stop pulling away from me. I understand you’re really shaken up but if you stay here things won’t get any better. Only worst and you know that. Stop Melinda come back!

 

(Melinda runs off with tears streaming down her face and sleeps in a random cot the next morning she ends up in a hospital and talks to the doctor. When she see’s him she doesn’t panic there is actually a sigh of relief and she starts to talk to the doctor)

 

Act 1, Scene 4

  

MELINDA

 

Hey doc. Sorry I’m pacing I’m just sick and tired of no one caring! Sorry for breaking that. Matter fact I’m not sorry. I’m tired of being sorry all I did was say sorry as 3 huge men forced themselves inside me. Pregnant? Well …. They didn’t use a condom I don’t think. Didn’t feel it. I don’t remember what happened after a while. Why? Oh because they beat me until I was passed out. Yes, That’s why I keep my hood on. Take it off you say? *Starts shaking and take off hood* Yea, I thought I was going to die. I’m helpless. Can someone help me? No I’ve never been tested. I wouldn’t mind taking one. Well what happened was I have this girlfriend named Umee. Yes we’re sexually active. (The doctor stops her and says “ I know why they raped you, its called corrective rape and it only happens in South Africa” and she breaks down) Correct me? I don’t need correcting! I’m a good girl I don’t bother anyone and I’m nice to everyone even though everything around is falling apart as we know it! My mother basically hates me and my girlfriend won’t even let me live with her. When it’s her fault I’m in this mess right Oh yes it is her fault. Because I said so! If she had never ever left me to walk home none of this bullshit would have happened . … I’m so alone.

 

(They take Melinda to get a rapid AIDS, pregnancy and STD testing and wait about 20 mins … then the doctor calls her back)

 

Act 1, Scene 5

 

MELINDA

 

 Hi doc. Sooooo what’s the results? (Long pause) AIDS? ….. And I’m pregnant? No no no no this isn’t real! This can’t be happening to me. Can we take this test again because maybe you mixed the results around with someone else. Wha … Wh … What do I do? I’m so helpless. I could never tell my mom about this. She already judges me about everything I do and this would just make her hate me even more. Is there a cure !!!!???!!!?!?!?!?!?!

 

Act 1, Scene 6

 

DOCTOR

 

Please calm down

 

 

(Doctor talking to Melinda as she places her hand on her knee)

 

 

 

 

Hope is Fading

Hope is fading 
This monologue selection was created based off the idea of a young girl being taken into sexual slavery. It tells the story from a one sided point of view which creates a void inwhich you can fill in with your own imagination. The monologues tell a story of a girl named achara who was taken from her home in a local orphanage and forced into the sex industry. She learns and grows there to use what shes got as a weapon and a gift. 


Characters
- Achara- 
(main character): 
(forced to be a child prostitute in a way) a sweet and naive girl, learning more and more about the worlds truly dark colors, with her slim body in early bloom, she’s blossoming beautifully. She’s got dark black hair and beautiful brown eyes like milk chocolate that can make you melt instantly upon her gaze, she is tall and thin with a light caramel brown complexion. she looks upon the world with hope...but soon realizes that beyond smiles and laughter and the orphanage doors, the world is a completely different place, and she must to adjust if she wants to survive and make her way in it.
- Siras- 
(brother of the main character) 
Siras is a handsome,caring and protective boy. At the age of 13, his main goal is to take care of his sister in the orphanage and to try to get them into a new home. him and his sister Achara have been waiting for someone to adopt them for 10 years and he seems to be getting hopeless, but as his fathers always taught him, he must take care of his sister and try to keep her happy; “Thats what family’s do” he’d always say.


Act one Scene One
(Achara enters stage with curtains closed, spot light on her as she begins the monologues as an introduction to her life story)
Achara
My name? Achara knulmba. Date of birth? Who remembers anymore? My story...where should i begin?...do you want to hear the real thing? or a sugar coated version...then again i don’t think there’s many ways to make my life seem happy. I’m a 15 year old woman, but i wasn’t when this all started. The year was 1940, two years ago today. I was taken from the orphanage that had sheltered me for the previous 11 years of my life “บ้านของเรายังหนุ่ม” is what the sign outside the large black brass gate read “บ้านของเรายังหนุ่ม” meaning the house of our youth. And it was, a house of laughter and learning and family, the orphanage owner, Mrs. haiaknuman treated us like her own children. We didn’t have a whole lot but for our small little home, we sure made it feel that way. My brother Siras and I had moved there when we were 2 years old, after the death of our parents. We didn’t quite understand at the time what was going on or where mommy and daddy went, but the way we saw it was that they walked out on us...and maybe it was better that way. We had grown accustomed to the ways of the orphanage, the morning schedule, sharing rooms with other children...we became apart of a family for once, since our was taken from us before we really got a chance to get attached to the idea. It was the night of January 1st, new years eve. We didn’t really stay up that night but then again we couldn’t fall asleep either. A creepy stillness lay over the orphanage like a curtain of black velvet and the only noise was of the vacant people still wondering the streets. 3:00 AM is when i heard the abrupt noise emerge from the down stairs living room. The events after that seemed to quick and too horrific to follow. Large men broke through the doors to the bedroom where i and 4 other children lay resting, ripping the young girls from their beds the men quickly got what they came for and stormed out of the house shoving each, tired, confused, terrified girl into their large vehicle....i was one of them.

Act one Scene Two
(This scene takes place in the car after Achara and the other orphan girls as well are taken from their home)
Achara
Who are you? Where are we going?! Are you adopting us? is this how it works? but where is my brother? i don’t want to leave without him! wheres Mrs. haiaknuman, i didn’t get to say good by turn around! (Achara gets hit by a large man in black and shrieks as tears begin streaming down her cheek) Why can’t i ask questions? how am i supposed to get to know you?...if you aren’t trying to adopt me then where are we going? I WANT TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING! (she gets slapped again leaving her cheek red and stinging, she screams in pain and begins to cry harder, she turns to jansia, a girl from the orphanage who had also been thrown into the large vehicle) where do you think they’re taking us Jansia? (she whispers) i don’t know either...i thought they wanted to adopt us, but maybe we’re being moved to a different orphanage...although i think Mrs. haiaknuman would have told us, or had us pack our bags. i know, i want to go back too, these men won’t take care of us...we have to find a way out. i don’t know how yet but i don’t feel safe and I’m scared jansia, what if they try to kill us? i don’t know if they definitely will but they might if we don’t cooperate, you seen how they hit me...i want to go home.


Act one Scene Three
(Achara is dropped off at a house by the men who took her from her previous home, they wait outside until their customer is finished before taking Achara again. This is what happened inside)
Achara
Where am I? Where in Korat? What am i doing here? My clothes? But it’s cold in here. I don’t want to. yes. what are you going to do about it? you can’t touch me like that! I’m only 13! (Achara begins to panic and cry, she doesn’t understand what is happening) NO! NO! PLEASE! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone just let me go! I’ll find my own way home you don’t even have to drive me! Stop it! you’re ripping my clothes! PLEASE! (Achara screams and begins to sob while begging for the man to stop) Stop it you’re hurting me! please! (she whimpers and shakes while the man rapes her) get away from me! i want to leave! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! THIS MAN IS HURTING ME (words are broken off into sobs as she screams for help, the man tries to silence her by yelling back and covering her mouth, she bites him) No! i can’t! i wont! because you are hurting me! and touching me! GET OFF! HELP! somebody please help me! (she sobs and gives up hope when she realizes that no one can hear her, she lays lifeless crying, weeping until the man is finished) i...i can leave? are you going to take me home? the men will? what men? the ones who...dropped me off...but i do not know them! please don’t let them take me! don’t you have a car? can’t you take me home? NO! with them is not my home! where is your door I’m leaving! NO! get off of me! (as she tries to leave the man grabs her by the wrist and prevents her from escaping) I just want to go home.please...

Act one Scene Four
Achara
(while looking in a cheap narrow floor length mirror, Achara reflects on how she’s changed, looking more so on her abstract characteristics than her concrete ones)
Hmm...i guess my hair’s a little longer... I’ve grown a little taller, the lines under my eyes have gotten a little darker, but nothing too noticeable; but...i can’t help but feeling that my changes go farther than skin deep. i know that outside i may still look the same, but when you look at my smile...its completely different. ( she reached over and turn the light switch off) This is the me that people would recognize the most around here (she takes her top off slowly examining in the floor length mirror, some bruises and scars going up her arms; a tear slides down her cheek) This is the girl i guess I’ve grown to be (she pulls her pants down while still standing in the dark room in front of her mirror) I never wanted it to be like this...but i was always taught to do as i was told...it goes without saying that i was not taught to be a piece of flesh, a bag of tools that all the clients use as they please...(the tears start streaming down her face and rolling down her mostly naked body) i always imagined my first time being something sacred and special...the fact that i can sit in front of this mirror naked and not look away amazes me...although i do not like what i see. this animal of a girl, this woman who changes at the flick of the light switch (she turned the light switch back on and tried to smile) It’s just not the same...i cannot smile when i feel no once of happiness anywhere within these sore beaten bones. At the flick of a light switch (she turns the lights off again) i go from insecure vulnerable child who longs for home again, to be held in the warm caring arms of a mother or father which i never knew...to the animal that moans and sucks and screws whatever holds the highest bid...and the worst part is...i have no control over myself...i am a slave to the greed of a selfish man who holds my fate...(with tears streaming down her face like a war just begun, each tear fell like empty bullet shells to the floor, she looked into the mirror with rage and punched it with her fist, and punched again and again and again until tiny pieces of her reflection lay shattered on the floor as well. she looked down into the remnants of the once long mirror and picked up a piece of sharp, thick glass which held the reflection of her face, she took it and pressed it lightly against her wrist, then shes pressed harder and harder) i don’t want to be here anymore (she begins sobbing) i can’t take this. i can’t do it anymore. i hate myself. i hate what has become of me. i want to go home(the more she repeated the words the quieter her voice became) i want to go home. i want to be with mom and dad again (she pressed her back against the door next to her and slowly slides down it until she is on the floor with her knees in her chest and blood dripping from her wrist onto the carpet) it’s time to go home...

Act one Scene Five 
Achara
( Achara is awakened by a guard in the home abruptly in the middle of the night, she looks at the mess on the floor that she had created by smashing the mirror in her faint attempt to take her own life. The men are knocking on door that had been blocked by her body, they are mad that she is unresponsive for several minutes, meanwhile she is panicking and scared for her life because of the mess shes made)
what? I’ll be right out! I’m trying to get dressed! no! i don’t need help! i will be out as soon as i’m done! Appointment? no i wasn’t aware that i had one tonight? i...i can’t go! no honest! i really can’t! i umm... i don’t feel good! i think i might have caught something!...no not like a fever...something..down there. ya know, an STD, of course i’m serious, how do i know what those are? because some of the older girls have talked about them. No, i can’t go, your clients won’t pay for a diseased girl. you might not tell them but i will, i said i don’t feel good, let me rest. We have to handle i head on. a doctor. no i wont say anything i promise, i just need to go to a doctor! what if its something serious. no...i don’t care if the doctors a friend of yours, i need to get help! 

Act one Scene Six
(Achara is in the small room that the men keep her in when she is not catering to the clients. Two of the men are out trying to sell the other girls while achara is stuck there for the day because they want her to get some rest before her later appointments so she can preform better. She is there with one of the men to make sure she doesn’t try to escape or try any funny business. The mans name is Jaidee)
Achara
Jaidee, take me for a walk won’t you? why not? no i won’t try any funny business! i just need some fresh air I’ve been in and out of house all the time and i need some air. i know the boss wouldn’t like it but come on for me? (she took her hand and caressed his arm) it look like such a beautiful day for a walk! i know that you’d get in trouble but who said that the big guy has to know about it? (she pushes him against the wall and looks at him with her beautiful brown eyes then whispers in his ear) i know you wanna take me, and you know i can’t go alone so what do you say? ( looking nervous Jaidee gets the keys and waves them in front of her face.) you want me to do this for you? what do i get in return? (she ran her finger from his chest to his pants buckle then pressed herself against him she pulled his arm around her waist and began to kiss him; as he put the keys in his front pocket, she ran her hand from his chest to his belt buckle again and he pulled back to undo it, she stopped him) i can do it, I’m a big girl ( he closed his eyes as to enjoy the moment and she slyly slipped they keys from his pocket and punched him in the groins, he belted over and fell to the ground as she ran towards the door for a quick escape, he screamed  as she ran but she didn’t make it far, as soon as she got to the door, the knob turned and goddrick *guard* came in)
I don’t know what happened he fell, i slammed the door and he walked into it i guess, got him in the area...i don’t know I’m assuming. don’t touch me! 

Act one scene Seven
(Archara sits in a small room waiting for the Man who Goddrick called “shuintneaba”, this is the “doctor” friend who they offered to take her to after she said that she was sick and unable to “preform”)
Achara
Before we begin i want some privacy. Just me and the doctor. it’s a nasty site that i don’t think you’ll want to see Goddrick. (Goddrick leaves the room with hesitation and says he’ll be right outside the door) I don’t need a full examination. I just need your help. I know you are a friend of Goddricks and i also know that you are a man, i will do you favors, if you help me escape. And if you don’t? i will tell Goddrick that you tried to have sex with me. now listen, do you have a backdoor? nothing? a window, a secret room, stairs? (she grabs his tie and pulls him close to her face and kisses him) help me. (he grabs her hand and leads her to a room behind a wall, filled with gurneys, a dark dark room, shes scared at first because she doesn’t know whats going to happen, all she knows is that she can’t go back.) is this safe? where does it lead to? Ovlainche street? okay. something for you? what is it? (scene draws to a blank and the curtain comes up when she is on the street)


Act one scene eight
i looked around, i remembered vaguely seeing these streets on my way to different places, but it was different now. i was free in a way yet held down by my past. i knew i wasn’t totally in the clear, but i was more liberated than before. i walked the lonely streets sectioned off into alleys and dark corners you would hear about in scary stories. i didn’t know what to do now that i was free. i had always been told what to do...now, i had to think on my own...so what to do?...doctors, tests...or maybe, I’d find my way back to my old orphanage..

Today

Today Monday is April 11, 2011. The weather is sunny and warm. On my way to school today someone hit my mom from the back. So she had to call cops, which took them 25 minutes to finally arrive. And took them another 30 minutes to gather all of the info. In total I ended up missing my first period class and half of my lunch. But I'm glad that nothing bad happen, so here I am writing my story for today.

Under The Roof Of Nepal


Characters:
April - Domestically abused woman / years of age
Surya - Daughter of april / 5 years of age
Chandra Elliot - sort of like April's concealer and friend / years of age
Archan - Sex Slave trader and owner  /  years of age
Daman - Husband april, Father of surya /  years of age
Junu- A little kid who bright suryas world in a place that all hope would be lost. / 7 years of age



Under The Roof of Nepal
Act 1 Scene #1
Chandra Elliot
Stage directions:

Chandra Elliot
“Yeah I know I'll be there... okay got it. See you soon... ‘Kay bye”
Another Case another day why can’t men just leave women alone.  I’ve been an activist for a little over 7 years and not much has changed in men’s reasons to take over women because they feel as though the need to be a dominant figure in their life. They were always controlling and when someone didn’t agree with what they were doing and tried to escape, was when the man started to get viscous and threaten the wives loved ones and used violence to keep them with them. April... April.. a victim of domestic abuse who had a kid name... Surya.

APRIl
“I can’t believe how long that i have let this happen and go on for. What am i now? i no longer know who i am anymore.”

Chandra Elliot
“wait wait calm down” i told April, I'm not sure if i had any answers to her questions, but i had a feeling that i needed to answer these questions for myself as  well.

Chandra Elliot
“April with all of the victims that i  have encountered you are one of the strongest and more put together.”

Chandra Elliot
“it’s not your fault that you continued his relationship with him, you had no choice right? you were trying to protect Surya  were you not?”

APRIL
“yes i was but..”

Chandra Elliot
“no buts look at me... April.. I'm so glad that you stood up for yourself the way you did, not many others could do that. you are strong willed that's why you rejected him in the end and he will never bother you again if i can help it.”

APRIL
“Thanks Chandra this really means a lot to me, but i still allowed him to do those things to me without a word of refusal... i. i”

Chandra Elliot
“What did i just tell you? Its not your fault many others have gone through your situation regret, just let me help

Act 2 Scene #2
Surya’s story:
Stage directions: There is a little girl in the corners hugging her knee’s to her chest with a teddy bear in between.

SURYA
“Mom!!”
I screamed with a new found power for my mom’s life
I knew that my father was abusive to my mother though there wasn’t much that I could do about that fact. I was defenseless to my father’s power since he was able to abuse my mother. I hated not being able to do anything. Especially since I loved my mother so dearly and wanted nothing but the best for her. She was my mother and our bond was unbreakable. The way my father was he would hurt anyone ,and he was over even though he was who we need protection from. I wanted the strength to be able to stand up for my self I had taken to the initiative to learn at least some self defense but none of it was enough to stand against my father. i believed in my mom and i hope that she knows this well. I was abused by her farther when I tried to stand up for my mother. no matter what I tried to tell others but they wouldn’t listen. it was forbidden to talk about domestic abuse and matters at home in public. I was unable to convey feelings with anyone. So it all bottled up inside of me. I tried writing down my feelings on slips of paper and putting the paper in a jar.  
(she sitting in a corner against a wall with her hands around her legs. while looking up at the ceiling. teddy between her chest and legs.) Nothing was really working the only one I had to turn to was my  teddy bear nat- tsu.

Scene #3
April’s story:
Stage directions:  Standing center stage across from a male as her husband. There are two people on stage and they are standing across from each other. The male has his fist balled a he moves in to attack mode wit his fists raised over his head. The woman is cowering while standing and has her hands defensively in front  of her face.

APRIL
The searing pain crawled across what I used to consider my face. I was thrown to the ground with the brute force of someone with hatred driven deep inside him. Tearing away what was left of my sanity and this relationship.
(april is groveling on the floor, tears streaming down her face)
It all started when I fell in love with the most handsome and sincere man I had ever met little did I know there was more hidden under this unbreakable mask of deceit.
(looking up at the ceiling in flashback)
He controlled me with the power of strings that tore away at my soul. Everything loosened its hold on me, as I was forced to loosen my hold on it. My loved ones, my place in life, my home, my self, and what I live for. It all became his, when I signed over myself to him. A contract of rules he created, a judicial system he stands by and acts upon.
When he decided to keep me all for himself (rest in notebook)
What did I do, a question that i ask my self frequently. It all became his , When i said those wretched words ‘i do’
His mouth seethed with the vigor to take over me, since he was the dominant type. That’s what attracted me to him; I wouldn’t have expected the brutal violent part of him. In my life I have made so many poor decisions. (smiling at the thought of Surya reaching into her shirt for her necklace, holding it close.) He gave me a baby and she was the most beautiful thing in my life. Surya I care so much about her yet because of my wrong choices in men and birth control that she was brought into this horrible relationship and at times she’d even seen her mom abused by her dad.
Just then realization caught through to me how can I protect my daughter and care about her so if I can’t even protect myself.(clenching her teeth and balling her fists. slowly standing up and walking closer to her husband) I seethed with the power to try and take command of part of myself thus this relationship in which I was always the victim left to feel power less and defenseless. Its time for me to change that and make him think twice before striking me again. Without a second thought my hand whipped out and bit hard across his face. He stood paralyzed from the shock of the fact that i just hit him.  I flinched as he restored himself from his state of shock to realization, his words cut deep but I wouldn’t dare show it. (leaning towards her husband angrily with hand motions)

APRIL
“ Fine” I screamed catching my breath before thinking of what to say next.

Daman
“.....” (looks at april as if she’s lost her mind)
“I am tired of this, you striking me thinking its okay demeaning me to a point that I don’t even feel comfortable in my own body.” I inhaled not trying to rush the adrenaline pumping through my veins then exhaled.

DAMAN
“Shut up!! shut up!!” DON’T YOU DEAR TALK BACK TO ME WOMAN!!!” (Daman panicked scared to lose his sense of dominance)

APRIL
“I will not stand for it anymore either you get your act together seek help or I'm leaving with Surya.   

DAMAN
(There was a puzzled look on his face like he couldn’t believe what was happening but I could I’m happy this was happening. (a wry smile crawls across her face)

APRIL
“You know what fuck us staying together i will leave you abusive and controlling son of a bitch” I could feel my face burning with heat.  I balled my fist hard digging into my skin and they started to bleed.

DAMAN

“”

APRIL
“This is the one time I have ever stood up against you and it feels good i should done this along time ago... by the next time you will hear of me is when i spread the news of your sexual harassment and abuse and also to leave you forever” i sighed and listened to our fast paced breathing.

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Scene # 4
Archan:
Stage Directions:
Two men are outside a fruit stand walking towards each other thinking. there is are boxes on the floor the one on the left is the limes the one on the right are the pineapples.

ARCHAN
Sending new women to there destination everyday wasn’t an easy task. Not with the police bugging just any random person on the street about my business. The police try and persuade the people that i got to get there daughters to a different country, and the daughters family had no idea that they’d become prostitutes. I get paid a huge amount of money for finding Gorgeous women and children to give to there next owners. It’s a tedious job though i know the effect that it has on my fellow men I have plenty of women and indentured children from the awards of my work. One of my best friends now that i met around town while i was getting groceries. Our relationship all started when we ran into each other, at that fruit stand we both wanted the best apple. I tripped over the  pineapples and he tripped over the limes and we collided.  I was drawn to the dusty dirt road envisioning the the ground grimly smudging  my white un-creased shirt. I hit the floor with a silent thud,  disoriented i turned around to see how the other guy was doing. he was sitting on his butt. And.. laughing he was actually laughing, bubbly feeling swelled up in my stomach and i actually started to laugh out right. And at that moment all of my worries floated away in our enjoyment. We quickly became friends after that moment, we shared our views on life and women, sexism and it all. He never really was told what it was that i did for a living. It’s not like it really mattered though because our whole lives weren’t focused around our occupations. We were friends through the thick and thin and that how things stayed while he was married had children the whole thing.

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Nepal native music of nepal
Act scene #5

JUNU
Walking along the dirt road i was shocked by the prettiness of all the building and flowers. I like to wander around town because i am an orphan and i don’t like staying at the shelter.  It only brings back memories of loneliness and hardships. With the memories of our biological parents and all. The last time i saw my mother was when she gave me away and i was one so i don’t remember much but i never thought she would have done this to me. I just need someone to make me feel better about myself because the way things are,  and how i was handled i don’t think i can take it any longer. Though i try to smile all my worries away but it seems to help others more than me. A flash of a dress caught my eyes as it  flew farther away.

JUNU
“wait!”
i reached my hand out as she flew farther away. Not sure whether she heard me enough but sure enough she turned around. Awestruck i gaped at her dazzling features; her long dark silky almost black hair. her huge sparkling brown eyes and her eyes were crinkling with excitement. In just one look it felt like she just lit up my whole world.

SURYA
“hunh?” (surya turns around)

JUNU
“hi”

SURYA
“Hi”
(smiles at junu)

JUNU
“um are you from around here?”

SURYA
“Yes, maybe be to that’s cool”

JUNU
“You are cool too ”

SURYA
“Where are you mommy and daddy?”

JUNU
“were are my parent i don’t know” (and a grim looked showed on his face)

SURYA
“Hmm?..” (She looked at him questioning and curiosity in her eyes)

JUNU
“long story... any way whats your same?”

SURYA
“My name is surya whats urs?

JUNU
“oh it’s Surya what a pretty name mine is Junu nice to meet you”  

SURYA
“Thank you”(she smiles brightly at the compliment)

JUNU
“What are you doing here with nobody around you?”

SURYA

“I don’t really like being at home so i went out for a walk , and i kinda got lost” (her smile vanished at her head dropped to the floor she started to kick at the stones.)

JUNU
“oh your out for a walk and got lost okay, i know my place around if you’d like me to take you to all the fun places”

SURYA

“I would really like that, thank you very much” (she picked her head back up instantly and smiled)

JUNU
“that's awesome great” I grab her hand and start to run in the direction on the garden,  though she was caught by surprise when i suddenly grabbed her hand and she stripped over a loose stone in street. I caught her before she fell. hearing her grasp for breath.

SURYA

“T..th.. thank you” (she said breathless)

JUNU
“Your welcome, oh it’s no problem... my pleasure come on lets” i reached my hand out to her and she grasped it. “and watch out for loose stones” we both laughed at that, and she beamed at me bringing butterflies to my stomach and making my whole face flush.

Scene # 6
April Continued
Stage Directions: April, Surya and Junu are all sitting cross legged at on a blanket in the grass for a picnic. They are eating and laughing.

APRIL
The kids and i were on a blanket it was soft and beautiful under my grazing fingers. I looked at Surya who was sitting next to her best friend Junu. He was a cute little boy with short brown hair and had this way with Surya that made her laugh at everything she said. Looking at Surya just brightened my heart it was the first time i have ever seen her smile this brightly. It  was amazing that one boy could brighten her heart and make her feel as though she wouldn’t have to carry the burden of being abused. Even though they are both so young that they probably don’t really understand what is being done to them.


End presenting the actors
April one side of the stage

Find something to do with Daman
draw the scene
Mending with April
Stage Directions:


( Make them older )
depressed
Ideas for monologue:
life after Daman She’s finished blaming her self and she is taking care of Surya. And they enjoy spending time with one another.

But I've Got My Fingers, And These Ashes

The argument about the pros and cons of sweatshop labor is one that has been going on for quite some time. Morally, people working extensive hours, receiving little pay, working in dangerous factory conditions, and without any type of insurance is wrong. But, to supply the increasing demand for certain products and keep prices as reasonable as possible, cheap sweatshop labor is necessary.
This play is set in Sri Lanka, where the majority of the population is a sweatshop employee. There are multiple people who play a role in sweatshop function. In this play we all of them are able to be experienced. The factory owner, his intern, a sister, an over worked worker, and an illegal minor worker are all featured. A stuffed sock toy uniquely ties all of the characters together.



But I’ve Got My Fingers and These Ashes
 
Cast of Characters:
1. Bhagya Madush- An eleven year old Sri Lankan  girl who works in a textile “factory” and sweatshop. She is the oldest of three children and is the only child that works in the family. She is the daughter of Udari Supan.
2. Mr. Damith- The owner of the  textile “factory” and sweatshop. He illegally employs minors to increase production and fill his own pocket.
3. Udari Madush- A middle aged factory worker. She is a strong willed and opinionated seamstress. She is the mother of Bhagya Madush and works in Mr, Damith’s “factory”.
4. Ms. Runhtwa- A buyer for a well known clothing company. She is a younger woman and has a no tolerance attitude. She comes to Mr. Damith to buy into his underwear production for her employer.  She is also the younger sister of Udari Madush.
5. Vimukthi Pipuni-  A young man who is interning with Mr. Damith. It is his responsibility to “take out the trash” as Mr. Damith likes to put it.
6. Parbath- A stuffed sock toy made for Bhagya Madush by her mother, that works its way into the hands of each character
 
Stage Set-Up:
             The stage is divided into two parts. On the left is the factory floor where one workbench is in the center of that section facing the audience. On the bench there is an old sewing machine and a pile of white underwear. On the floor to the right of the bench is a small, black chamber pot. Projected behind this side of the stage is video of sweatshop workers working uninterrupted.
            In the middle of the two sections is a thin wall with a door in it. The door opens out onto the factory floor. The wall does not extend to the end of the stage so that there is there is a clear path between the all of the sceneries.
On the right side of the stage of the stage is Mr. Damith’s office. In the center of this section is a worn out desk and leather swivel chair. On the right side of the desk is a gavel. The desk is facing the audience.
In the background is a faint hum of sewing machines. The sound increases then fades to a hum when scenes change,
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Act 1, Scene 1
Ms. Runhtwa
(All speech is directed to the audience)
(Enters stage left. Walking through the aisles. Harsh, demanding, and with authority, reaches out to touch a girl but does not.)
You there, girl. Girl. Answer me when I speak to you. Do you not know who I am? Turn you face and answer me. Turn your face to me girl. Let me look upon the face of insubordination.
(Stops scolding, turns to direct speech to another individual to her right)
Oh. Hello Mr..Mr. Damtih is it? I am......it’s pronounce Rhu-ni-twa. Ms. Runhtwa.... As it is a pleasure to meet you also. I have noticed that these women are working very diligently and the labels all appear to be in tip-top shape. So Mr. Damith, I am interested in buying some of you underwear. Will that be possible?
(Looks oddly before her, attempts to regain her audience’s attention. )
.... Mr. Damith the underwear...the underwear. Mr. Damith I want to buy your underwear!
(Fixes clothing after having to scream in an unladylike manner. Walks through the door into the office section of the stage)
Can we talk business? Our company is looking for a new underwear supplier, with both experience and reputation. And we were told that you are the best of the the best. Is that true?...Great. our company has just adopted a new code of conduct and the only issue I would like to bring up is the one of child labor. Our code of conduct states that all employees under the corporate company, may not employ under the age of 14. So I am going to need your signature here, here, aaaand here...Ha. Sir, please do not sit there and lie to me. There is no use. I am a woman who does her research and the small squeals coming from the door over there
(Points in the opposite direction)
.....Mhmmm. I know. But you see the thing is. I think these kids should work. Somebody has to teach them some discipline! Some respect. Kids these days are just so insubordinate.
(Leans in and whispers)
When they come around to do inspections, hide them. Hide those kids in a closet or something, but not that bathroom. Have you seen it?....Don’t do that.
(Leans back out and is disgusted)
I mean it is like a pig sty in there. I bet even pigs wouldn’t want to be in there.
(Stands up violently and walks to peer through a window to the factory floor)
They shouldn’t have to be cramped in there, when the floor is carpeted in feces and decorated with urine. I mean, would you want to be treated that way?.....I did not think so. Discipline is what these children need, but they don’t need to be treated like animals. This is only the first step in their lives. There is so much more out there for them when they leave here. They just need to reach out and gra...
(Turns around quickly, astonished)
What was that for?...That laugh?....
(Jokingly and forcing a laugh)
Ha! That’s funny. They stay here for life....What is that?
(Gently runs one hand across the stuffed sock on the desk)
...It’s better on the outside.
Act 1, Scene 2
Bhagya Madush

Setting: Chair at center stage at the end of the wall.
(All speech is directed to the audience)
(Sits in chair at center stage and rocks back and forth)  
Sooooo what do you wanna talk about? Hmmm? Tell me. What is it? Huh? Tell me. 

…..Help? You think I need help? Noooooo. I am fine. Never been better. …..You want me to tell you about what? Oh ok. I can do that. I awake early morning at 4.30 a.m every morning, before the sun even has a chance to grace the land with its smile. I have to kindle the fire having washed my face; I gulp down some tea I leave for work early morning.  Mother and the rest are still sleep when I leave, but I leave the school clothes out for the younger ones and her uniform out on the table....
(Looks down and strokes the stuffed sock. Seems disappointed and angry)
I can’t go to school. No, I have to work. Without me we would barely make enough to feed two of us. Everything we buy is over priced. The rent, food, clothing, and all the other basic things we need. She gives me a choice, but I really don’t have one. I have to work. There is no other option.

Now it is the walk to that frightens me most. It’s because of the men.
(Gets up and stalks back and forth)
The men in dark jackets and hats that blend in with the shadows. You see they prey on girls like me. Mother says they sneak up on little girls and grab them
(Grabs at the air)
and before you even have the chance to scream,
(Sits on the floor and trembles and pretends to cry)
you are in a dark hole with girls trembling in crying. When I asked her what they do with those girls she said something about using their bodies for men’s pleasures.  I think she called it sex. Her description of it made almost made me throw up my breakfast. But I have never seen these men and I hope I never will. But I can always feel their presence. Especially when I walk near the fence. …..Oh there is a fence that surrounds all
(Puts arm out and scans it across an invisible landscape)
that surrounds everybody’s quarters, and they have these shiny pointy…Huh? Nope never. Never ever never do we leave. I  stay on the inside where it’s safer. My siblings go to school though. I have no time for that . Asides we gots to stay here. Be..be..bcuz ugh. I can never say this word right. Momma says I got to work on my words. Because
(Using fingers to count)
my dad’s dad’s  sister’s daughter did something bad to the man’s family who is over this all, even Mr. Damith. So we have to pay our way to the outside.  Till then I will be here with my family and pets. Sandamini,Nuwanthi, and Kusan. They are mice. Well not anymore, they are kind of like little dogs now. They eat our vegetables.
(Giggles and playfully touches the stuffed sock to nose)
.....Isn’t that right Parbath....
(Holds the stuffed sock out for the interviewer to see)
...that’s her name.
(Jumps up and speaks happily)
…..My supervisor, Mr. Damith, I used to think he was a blessing to us all. He lets us work our longs hours in the summer and sometimes….sometimes she doesn’t even give us breaks....Yeah I know isn’t that awesome. And he gives us these really cool pots. And you know what those are for. They are for your business
(Giggles)  (Walking around the stage)
And if you don’t finish all your work, you get to stay longer and work more.
(Looks down and strokes the stuffed sock. Tries to look the audience in the face, but can not. Fakes a smile).
Honestly, I don’t understand why so many of the people there look so sad and devastated. They look like someone has taken their life away and wont give it back but I love it. I mean without him, how would we be able to provide for our families. I love my family. You seee. He is so gracious. I…I …I even. This one time I got my… no I was assigned to the cleaning rooms. The entire room is like one big cloud. And we have to separate the plants. You have to pull out any bad or particles that are not supposed to be there, but be careful of thorns. Then you put the baby it in the pile with its friends. But I couldn’t breath in there. The air made my throat burn and there were always bugs flying at my eyes. Amal said it was because they were thirsty for my tears.
(Look of wonder and bewilderment)
I guess in some way we are all thirsty bugs aren’t we?.... All of us dreaming about and hovering above the thing we want most, but can’t reach it.
(Satisfied)
Maybe one day we won’t be thirsty anymore.
(Sits back in chair and looks off into the distance. Sighs deeply)
 
(Jumps in the air with an idea, look of astonishment)
Oh and there were these people who I work with and they got sick. Like really sick and they were coughing and their eyes were swollen and they just looked nasty.
(Giggles)
It was gross. They left one day with the big muscle man that walks through the aisles to make sure we do of work right and they never came back.
(Shrugs and coughs)
Mr. Damith says they took at trip to the forest for some special work, and not to worry about them. I won’t see them anymore. ….Hmmm I don’t know? I can’t wait to till I can go to the forest to do some special work.
(Sits in chair and rocks back and forth. turns and looks at right shoulder, and gets frightened. Begins to cry. Jumps behind chair and uses it  and the stuffed sock as a shield)
No! No! It’s one of the shadow men. Get away from me! No please.
(Points stuffed sock in the direction of the man)  
Make him go away
(Sniffling)
Make him go a way. No… I ....I have to go.... why are they coming after me? I mean...did I?... No, I didn’t say anything wrong. I praised him. You heard me praise him right? Right. I... I
(Runs off stage terrified)
Sorry!
Act 1, Scene 3
Udari Supan

(All speech is directed to the audience)
 
(Wipes forehead continues sewing extremely tired and out of breath)
Wha..what is that smell.  What do you mean they won't let Amila empty her pot? That is ridiculous. Its 100 degrees in here and they won't her dump....
(Immediately puts head down and continues to work, hides a dingy stuffed sock in between her legs, looks up and smiles at the person walking by, whispers).
How is your family doing? Aren't we all? I haven't seen then I nearly a week. I had to leave my second  oldest in charge...Oh she is nine.
(Maternal Voice, puts sock back on the table and continues to sew the top together)
The youngest  came down with something. When I left he was coughing and his eyes were swollen shut. My eldest, Bhagya....You know her?.....Yes she was in the cleaning room until she got moved to the...
(Motions to vomit but catches herself, still out of breath gets up and tries pushing the table away but can't she does not have the strength).
I heard about that....I don’t know what that is. That stuff that falls from the ceiling?.... Well its not snow. I mean those people had been here for years....You hear them call it what? Its best? What’s best?...oh asbestos. That cant possibly be why people keep
(Falls to the floor arm is injured)
disappearing.
(Looks back to see a person coming and struggles to get up walks over to the door).
I can’t, I can’t. Move get over here and help me! Amila! Mai help! Help mmm.....
(Tries to get up but falls hits head and passes out).
Where, where am I? No. Sir please, you don't understand I was… I couldn’t breath and the pot and the smell.  Mr. Damith. No, I have kids. My family. I need this job more than you can understand. I can work double shifts and with no breaks and I promise you this won't ever happ..
(Gets off knees from begging and becomes angry, clutching the stuffed sock).
Fired?  I have been her for almost 13 years, never made a complaint, never stepped out of line. And you want to fire me because I passed out from the hear and tainted air that you allow us to breath! You can't fire me because I quit. To hell with this. I wasted my time here and for what? For you? So somebody else can have a fully clothed family, while mine is half dressed?
(Stands up furious. Voice is strong and loud, but not yelling, waving the sock around vigorously and angrily )
You and you family have lived the good life, while the majority, if not all of your employees lived a life below poverty. I know animals that live better than us. I bet each of your kids has their own bed in their own room, don’t they?..Hmph! My kids share a bed in the living/dining/kitchen/master/bedroom. And me, I don’t even have a bed. I have a sheet, that covers the laundry to be done. And  I am sure you already know about the bathing and bathroom situations, don’t you?....Thought so.
(Turns away and sighs deeply, smoothes hair back and confronts Mr. Damith)
You know there really is no point telling you what you already know. You already know it. We don’t have to stay here and you can’t make us. There are other ways of making it in life. You only live in poverty as ling as you allow yourself to. And I am done. But I am not done with you. I will be back, but not alone.I guess you need to hear it from the outside. From someone who can knock you flat on your ass.
(Sarcastically. Puts hands on desk and leans over into the audience)
You lost two employees today Mr. Damith, sir. My daughter and I quit.
(Violently throws papers off of the desk and walks off stage, stuffed sock in hand. Looks to the left and squints)
 
Act 1, Scene 4
Vimukthi .
 
(All speech is directed to the audience. a child is dead laying on the floor, left hand open)
                   (Paranoid, pacing across the floor, looking at the stuffed sock) 
How the hell does he expect me to cover this one up?! Bury them? No that won’t work we did that the last time. I could send them to the butcher shop; let them be torn to pieces. Nobody would know then Feed them to the dogs? Bury them?  
(Puts hand, motions a mouth speaking, and mimics boss).
If you don’t figure out how to cover this up, you will be back on the inside. And your mother will be right along with you. Appreciate what is given to you. Cherish it. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you Sampath. It’s not smart.
(Hand goes down, returns back to original character).
And why the hell does he call me Sampath! Last time I checked my name was Vimuthi. What am I supposed to do about mother? I finally got a chance to give her a taste of the outside life. She got to live on the outside, with the common people. I can’t take that away from her. She can’t go back to that horrible way of life.
(Sits down in a chair and puts head in hands)
Why does he do this to me!
(Looks at the stuffed sock, and tears up slightly, talking to the stuffed sock)
Burry them? No, I already thought of that. These people should have know what they were getting into. Who doesn’t know that white powder falling from the ceiling is wrong? Common sense right? And they all had a voice. Why didn’t any of them stand up for themselves? I did it and it got me to the outside. But then again I am sure Mr. Damith wouldn’t want all the employees in a rebellion. I mean they should know that they have rights and that there are rules and regulations that Mr. Damith should be following, but isn’t.  He can’t, well is not supposed to keep them over 10 hours. Why don’t they know this? If they did I would not have to “take out the trash”  and all of these people wouldnt be dead from asbestos inhalation. The could have abestoisis and not even know it. Just drop dead.  Already said that! Sure one or two people dead is no problem, but 15. I can’t do that. The forest? I’ve got it. What if I flushed them? Flush them down the same pipe that everything else goes. By the time the bodies get to the Yan Oya the bodies will be disintegrated. I mean, that is where all of our waste  goes and surely the acids and stuff will eat them. And if its not the acids some animal will find them. The sewage system.
(With no confidence)
It’s perfect. No harm no foul. They will be gone forever. Jobs protected....Bodies gone.
(Walks to where a young girl is lying on the floor and places the stuffed sock in her hand).
Takes this with you on to the next life. It’s yours after all.
Act 1, Scene 5
Little Sister
Setting: Standing in front of the factory work bench.

(All speech is directed to the audience)
Little sister?  Little sister you came to the city from the village, Why did you change? You cut your hair short, started wearing trousers and short dresses. You were the most innocent girl in the village. What happened to you after coming to the city? We can’t correct the city But we can keep in mind to Protect the village.
(Reaches out, then pulls back in dismissal)
We used to be one. Me and you, together forever. We left the village for a better life. We left together and now you work for the people who put us down. They kill us. The work us to death. Our ignorance is taken advantage of.  
(In astonishment and in disbelief puts head down and gets on knees ).
I never thought it would be by the hands of my own flesh and blood  that I would end…..Do not  lie to me…You knew we were here. At the end of all of this, I can not complain.
 
Act 1, Scene 5
Mr. Damith
Setting: Bottom the stage, on the office side.

(All speech is directed to the audience)
Ha…I don’t deserve this. I don’t.
(Stands up and yells)
I did them a favor. It was me! Not you. I gave them a home and a job. Ha!
(Sits back down and voice is back to normal. Opens the box that is next bed and opens it. A slight smile curls onto his face. He holds up the stuffed underwear and talks to it)
What would I be without you? You got me through this all. Remember when we used to be them? We used to work day in and day out. But the owner then never got put in jail. He dies rich and happy.  He died richa and happy while we all worked untill we were numb inhaled asbestos, but even then we didn’t know what was going on.
(Holds stuffed underwear  at eye level)
I did it for us mom. For us. You know that. They said that if we came forward, we would get extra. And we did. We got it all. I got an internship and then took over the company. We made it. Compared to my mentor conditions were 100 times better, hours were shorter, and the amount of asbestos was cut but 25%
(Stands up and paces the cell)
They don’t kow how good they had it, I was heaven in deep corners of hell. Sure people died, but when are people not dying? Huh
(Screams and the ceiling)  
Never!
(Voice return to normal)
ahaahahhahahahhaha. I did them a favor.
(Holds up the stuffed underwear and twirls around in a circle like a child)
ahahahahaahaha……a favor.

Act 1, Scene 6
Udari Supan and Ms.Runhtwa: Retaliation

(All speech is directed to the audience)
 
(Ms.Ruhntwa slams her fists on the desk, as Udari Supan bursts through the office door to do the same. Both are furious.)

Both: My own sister! My own god damned sister.
(Lights go off Ms. Runhtwa. She holds her position. Lights remain on Udari Supan. Her face curls into tears as she begins almost scream at Mr. Damith. She wags her finger in the face of her former employer)

Udari Madush: Oooooh Noooooooo! You don’t get a chance to talk this time. No! All me. It’s about time somebody knocked you flat on your ass the same way……
(Lights rise on Ms. Runtwa and fade on Udari Supan. Ms. Runhtwa’s palms are now flat on the table as she angrily leans over the desk)

You can’t get away with this. These people are being treated like animals.
(Laughs slightly)
Animals are treated better then them. How could you? You used to be one of them. Remember those days? It was you down there on the floors and in those rooms picking the bugs and stems from the new cotton plants.
(Wags her finger and shakes her head. Turns from the desk and faces the window.)  
Best believe I have doe my homework Mr. Damith and I am ready to give a full report. But I won’t flatter you. No you already know what you have done and what you “think” you are capable of. You live solely for yourself, fattening your pockets made by the people on that floor down there. Made by my sister and by my niece.
(Turns back to the desk in tears)
You son of a bitch!

Both: 
(Yelling. Violently slams fists on the desk).
You!…..

(Lights switch from Ms. Runhtwa to Udari Supan. Angirly she leans over the desk into the face of her former employer. Her somewhat screaming has reduced to a stern talking.)

Udari Madush: The same way we have been for so long.
(A small smile appears on her face. Stands straight up and walks over to the window and look on to the factoy floor . She speaks calmly and collected)
But I didn’t come here to yell and scream at you. No I don’t have the time nor the energy, I guess I am here to thank you.
(Turns and looks in the direction of the desk)
Since I haven’t been working here I have become even more tired then ever and I have so much time. I have time to spend with my family, to get in touch with myself and realize me. Before you all I knew was work, but that final straw it gave me myself back.
(Holds chest in pain and fails to old back tears)
I found the me I was before all of this. The me that lived in the village and never had anything to be unhappy about. An unbreakable spirit  
(Releases chest and sits down in the chair.)
So thank you. Thank you very much.
(Hand extends awaiting a handshake, but it is not accepted. Puts head down and slowly to get up using the desk as support. Slightly struggles.)  
Oh and about Ms. Runhtwa. She informed me that the two of you would be meeting soon. Something about her not appreciating the…
(Breath shortens as she struggles to get words out.)
She is my body now that mine cannot go one. My body is not strong but my spirit remains unbroken. She carries it for me as my sister.
(Coughs and falls to the floor. Her body is dragged off stage as lights rise on Ms. Runhtwa)

Ms. Runhwa:
(Breaks down crying. Then gathers self to speak. Speaks in a calm and stern voice)
My sister was an unbreakable spirit. A fighter and now that she cannot her body can not fight, I am her body. So the flattering must stop. The fuel line to your confidence, conceit, and hell hole that you call a factory have been cut. But this all happens at the expense of you not the people who work for you. Mr. Damith I am serving you with this subpoena. See you in court.
(Places a large manila envelope on the desk, and wipes a tear from her cheek. She then walks out the door, looking back once she reaches the door.)
 
Act 1, Scene 7
Judge
Setting: The desk on the office side of the stage
(All speech is directed to the audience)
(Scans his finger across the papers that are before him then stacks the papers and straightens them. Fixes his glasses and begins to speak in a firm and absolute voice.)
The defendant has been tried and convicted on the following charges. Murder in the second degree in the cases of Udari Madush, Bhaygah Madush, and thirteen other ClothRite employees. Illegal employment of over one-hundred and seventy-five minors. And finally negligence and failure to meet the building safety standard in multiple sections. On this day the defendant is sentenced to life in prison. His intern Vimuthi Pipuni will assume Mr. Damith’s position, It is so ordered.
(Slams a gavel down and walks off stage.)
 
Act 1, Scene 8
Beyond
Setting: Center stage at the end of the wall, between the two sections.
(All speech is directed to the audience)

You see I don’t have a toothbrush. And I don’t have any toothpaste neither. But
(Holds finger up )
I’ve got my finger
(Reaches down and picks up ashes and lets them fall through her fingers)
and these ashes.I didn’t have the outside, but I had the inside.
(Smiles and holds stuffed sock close to her body)
The inside. I can’t complain.
(Walks to stage left and then to center again)
I can’t complain. I can’t complain.
(Plops down at center stage, folds one leg over the other and scans the audience)
I mean look at me. Sure I was beaten, slapped down even. And sure our work conditions were not the fanciest and best they could be. And hey! Sure my mother was only a free woman for a few hours before she died. But I can’t complain. Yes, I can’t deny it, I was locked in a bathroom when the inspections came through.
(Stands up and begins to cry)
I can’t complain. I am not thirsty anymore. I don’t have to hover over my dream.
(Jumps up excited, arms and legs spread)
Freedom!
(Legs and arms slowly come back to the body and head raises to look directly up)
I am not thirsty anymore.  
(Drops stuffed sock on the floor and walks off stage)


Act 1, Scene 5
Little Sister.
Performed By: Manna-Symone Middlebrooks



Best News EVER!

So I walked into English class to find Jeff Kessler sitting in my seat.  That's not good news...

But then he told me to check my Calculus grade online because Mr. Latimer graded the benchmarks over the weekend. 

I almost died.

I quickly opened my laptop and logged on to moodle.  With a few clicks I had accessed my Calculus online grade book.  I held my breath as the page loaded.

Final Grade: 70.0%

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

For the past six weeks, I have been on the brink of a D.  I literally had a 64.5 last night before my benchmark grade was factored in.

I have never had a D in my life, and I NEVER want to.  Ever.

Thank you Mr. Latimer for grading my benchmark so well.


HWS Visit!

So yesterday, Sunday, I travel about 8 hours to Hobart and Williams Smith. It took two 4 hour bus rides, and a car ride to get me here but it was most definitely worth it. When I arrived they greeted me so nicely and everyone was so helpful. It took forever for my host to come, but when she finally got there we had so much fun. I end up having to spend most of the  with her friends, because she had to work, but they were all so amazing. We toured the campus and I met a lot of cool people. We saw alternative dance by the senior class, and then spent the rest of the night in the dorm hanging out and talking about what to aspect next year. I had a really great time, and I am most definitely ready for next year!

Turning Point

Act 1, Scene 1
Ceasar

[ Open, Middle of the summer, thundorous yelling, and fighting, “Bang!” singular gunshot rings out, attention focuses large bolder, Ceasar appears at the top of the bolder.]

My friends! Welcome.  I am glad to see you have come, I’m glad to see you all leave your nice cool home into the heat of summer. But now is not the time for small talk. You’re standing right now in the center of the canyon tunnel pass, the biggest  drug route known to us. Each of you are the best of the best in you cartels, 10 cartels sending 10 delegates, each cartel having 4,000, and there’s over a hundred more small cartels. That’s over 40,000 hardcore members, 40,000 more counting, affiliates and 30,000 more not organised but ready to fight. Thats more then 100,000 soldiers that are ready to fight! Now there no then tens of thousand policia in the whole country, giving us a massive avantage. Muy buenao, no?
[begins to pace]
Now think of it one all powerful force. One Cartel. One cartel that controls everything! Nothing would move, without us allowing it to happen! Think of it, we can control everything, the air ways, the border, everything! We could tax the crime syndicates, and control the policia. We could own this country.

The problem in the past has consistantly been the policia turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth, because we’ve been fighting for traffic ways, or precincts, and our turf, our little piece of turf. que el total de mierda mis amigos. The turf is ours by right. It is all ours!

With an alliance we would be able to slowly take america as well, branching to every state, controlling their gangs, and crime. We can remold the country into our own image of power. We would have the ability to produce 300 times the amount of coke, marijuana, and meth. And with all this extra product we would be send our products over seas, becoming an international Cartel.

All we have to do is keep up the general truce to create the greatest turning point ever!


Act 1, Scene 2

Tyrone Biggums


[Open, sitting on a park bench in the middle of the night, rocking back and forth, pale, sweaty, and paranoid.]

I’m a user of some if the most dangerous drugs in the world. I'm talking about cocaine, but not just cocaine, heroin and any other hard drug you’ve heard about. If it could get me high I’m on it. But until now i had to get my drugs from different cartels.

You’re goin be shocked to hear it, I know I was but there is talk about all the cartels are going to form an alliance. Yeah, an alliance,  is the most dangerous thing in the world and the reason it's the most dangerous is because they are deadly and powerful apart, with them as a one thing man, prices are goin through the fuckin roof.

Druggies use to get high so we can escape problems. But with this alliance we are goin to be screwed, shit it wont just be druggies, it will be the pigs too. the cops will be screwed too, they are out numbered, out gunned, have less then half of the resources the cartels do.





Act 1, Scene 3
Robert Joseph Smith


[Open, leaning back on a chair, boots on the table.]

I hate  fucking mexicans! All their drugs, and guns, and the death they bring with them.
Why?
[lunges forward in the chair]
They took somthing from me, they took everything from me.  things that i can never get back, they took him away, without even a warning, or a reason. He was incecnt, he was just a boy. after he was killed, she became depressed, an...and, killed herself.
But thats none of your fuckin concern you little prick.
they compensated for what they did very well, offered me a job, pay, very nice pay. You know what I’m sayin santos?
I know i could get locked up if i continue to do buisness with them.
So? So nothin,  i don’t fuckin care! I make more a week then i do in a year, smuggling them over the border, and lettin them destribute wmd’s and drugs. Whos goin to say anything anyway? You? Hahahaha, you would never, who do u think IA is goin to beleive? a rookie fresh out the academy, or a tenured vet? Hahaha even if you snitch on me, they will be after you, and thats the last thing you want right?
How bout this, i talk to Ceasar, see if hes got an openin, and you could get a slice of the bread. What do you say to that, hmmmm?
Well think about this while your at it, you would make twice as much a week, then you would in a year. Your kids would be set for life, you and your wife too.
[Leans back into the chair, putting boots on the table]
Ok, i’ll give you till tomarra then the deals closed. Oh and by the way, if you mention this to anybody, i might make a visit to you wife and kids, do you under stand me?
Good. Now go check the east wing.




Act 1, Scene 4
Michael Gabriel Santos


[open, Sitting at the dining room table looking at bills]

Shit!
[puts bills down, puts his hand on his forehead slowly swiping back]
Why did he tell me that?
What is the pourpse of tellin me that he works for Ceasar.  is he trying to test me. Is he even legit?
He didnt seem like he was playin around.
And if he wasnt screwin around, why would he offer me a “position” with him?
what the hell should i do? Should I take the deal, he says he makes a lot, and money is a real scarce thing now-a-days.
I really need the money. WE really  need the money, its not every day someone offers you a six didget salary, we’re bearly gettin by with what im making now, and
between the kids schooling, both the morgages, mom and dads care.
But if I get cought, then everythings screwed, my family needs me. My family needs the money.
And even if i dont do this, what would i do bout smith, i couldnt live with myself if i just let him continue to endanger American citizens, but i cant report him, he knows where i live, and i have to protect my family.
And the likely hood of us getting cought is slim.
But i just dont know.
I cant beleive that im really trying to decide between morals, or money.
FUCK!!!!
Thats it i’ve made my choise, im goin to........

Serching for Hope

                 Searching for Hope

                        A Collection of Monologues About Darfur

                                    By Marley Grey Utzig



Character list (In order of appearance):

Young Fatima Terab

Thomas James

Amina Terab

Samir Wek

Dr. Simon

Older Fatima Terab

 

 

 

                                                Act 1 Scene 1

 Fatima Terab


Small Child's view of how life was before the Janjaweeds.



 So this is for a doc-o-men-a-try? (Pause small smile) Sure I will tell you about my life in my village. I run and get water for my family in the morning I am up the earliest and my mom likes to say it is an easy way to get me out of the way (small chuckle) Then mommy has me come home and boil the water for clothes. She lets me play with my two brothers Samir and Bakit. We play hide and seek with the other kids and tag but my brothers are always able to catch me because I am younger then them but I am also smaller so I can hide much better, so when we play hide and seek, I have my favorite spot its under a tree. I see my eldest sister Amina near the tree most days when I am hiding there. She picks the twigs that are good for the fire off the ground. When I was younger and confused as to why you did not take the wood from the branches of the tree my mommy explained that it was a sin to hurt the tree. So they would go in the forest and pick up twigs and stuffs. Hmmm where was I? Umm oh yeah! My day. So I play with my brothers and the other kids in the village. Mid-Afternoon we go back home for a bit I help mom with boiling clothes and sweeping. Mom keeps me in the house for the rest of the day to help with more chores and making dinner. My daddy comes home later he is one of the leaders of our village. We sit down to dinner … umm yeah that’s about it of my day. Bye Miss! (Hops up from position and goes to run off stage looks back like interviewer asked question) Yes umm... (Looks in camera with a stern face) My name is Fatima Terab I live in the Kass village of Darfur, Sudan. I am 7 years old. (Pause squints face then big smile) Sure I will do your introduction. This is a film by Tiffany Strauser this interview was filmed in 2002. (Pause) Okay bye miss.

 

 

 

Act 1 Scene 2

Thomas James

(On the street near a street corner with a white binder his NGO is labeled on the front and he is trying to get people to donate)


Hello sir, spare a moment to talk about the genocide in Darfur? (Pause) Miss, do you know about the genocide going on right now? (Pause) Excuse me Sir, (Pause) Yes, hi. Do you know about the Genocide in Darfur? (Pause) No? Okay well basically the Sudan government has hired a group of men called the Janjaweed whom are killing people in Darfur. (Pause) You have a good day sir. (Pause *SIGH*) Ms! Hi would you spare a moment to hear about the genocide in Darfur? (Pause) Cool, so the Sudan government has hired a group of men called the Janjaweed who are killing villages in Darfur. The U.N. estimated 200,000 dead and around 2.5 million displaced. If you make a donation it will help us put more political pressure so that we can help Darfur. (Pause) Yes thank you Ms, have a nice day. (Pause) Hello, do you know about the crisis in Darfur? (Pause) Currently genocide is underway there. See most people don’t care what’s going on in Darfur … or anywhere in Africa for that matter. As far as most people are concerned Africa is a country always at war with itself so why should we care? BUT that’s the point! We should care in 1994 there was a mass genocide of at least 800,000 people but no one cared! There is a movie on this horrible event as there are with most horrible events movies that barley brushes the surface of the media while movies about Facebook make millions in the box office and make already rice people richer. People are DYING but no one cares as long as it does not bother him or her. Makes you wonder if the US really even cared about the genocide in WW2 (Pause *Horror stricken expression*) Oh goodness I am so sorry that I went off like that, please sir have a good day. (*Turns around* Talking to himself*) In the words of H. Jackson Brown, Jr. “The greatest ignorance is to reject something you know nothing about” (Sigh again Turn around look shocked) Hello, again sir I am so sorry (Pause) Oh! Ah thank you so much for your donation. Good afternoon sir.

                                                Act 1 Scene 3

Amina Terab
(Dirty girl around 18 dirty dress and sitting in her hut she shares with several other women)


Yes hello, I understand you are interviewing me for a project. (Pause) My name is Amina Terab and I am telling you my story from a displacement camp in Darfur. I am going to tell you of how my village was attacked. (Pause) (Deep breath)
It was a massacre, one that we should of expected. (Pause) The Janjaweed had already attacked the Shatia. Who, who were we to think that Kass was safe? That our homes, and farms would be left alone? (Pause) I was not at the village when it first happened I was gathering water, I heard the machine guns (shakes as saying this next bit each bang is a body jerk) bang bang bang bang. Then came the screaming. I could see the glow of fire as it ignited a building. My friend and I ran into the forest trying to hide. The Janjaweed were there they grabbed my friend and ...and began to strip her of her clothes (pause) I feel terrible to say this, but I ran, again, I left my friend and ran back to the village. The houses were on fire. Little kids were running around scared, confused, and crying. The Janjaweed had gotten off their camels and were beating men in the street; the women were getting it worse. I kept running I did not stop running. No one noticed me and if they did I did not notice them I just kept running. I was able to make it to this displacement camp. Two days later, some other people who had escaped from my camp and I walked back to our village.
It was (Pause) horrible... I … I can hardly describe what I saw. I looked for my little brothers and sister … I found my brother Samir … well I found his head cut off from his body. (Swallow) I … I am sorry this is hard to talk about. (Deep breath) My family we owned a small house with some land behind it where we grew Karkadeh, the plants were ripped from the ground. Our water supply was nothing, people were dead buildings were burned down … anything with any worth was gone. I … I could not stand to look at it … I am sorry that is all of my story I do not want to scare you but that is just a small bit of what we go through everyday, no one … no one can ever say they know what I am going through. Because we, we have no hope. We must fight for ourselves.

 

 


Act 1 Scene 4

 

Samir Wek

(Sitting at a table a bunch of microphones in front of him with the occasional “camera” flash.)

Hello I am Samir Wek. I am with the government of Sudan; we have decided to set up this press conference to talk about the rumors going on about the Sudanese government working with the Janjaweed. Please ask away. (Pause) No of course the government has nothing to do with this group the Janjaweed, this is a complete and utter lie. Another question please. (Pause) No, that is a common misconception, the Janjaweed are not killing because of racism we believe it is over land. Yes you, what is your question? (Pause) Well no it is not labeled genocide. (Pause) Yes the United States has labeled it genocide but they are the only ones. (Pause) 200,000 people killed? No the number is not nearly that high. The U.N. likes to exaggerate things. (Pause) Well yes displacement is common but 2.5 million is much too high. (Pause) No we really don’t have anything to do with this group of people. (Pause, looks worried?) Harun would never associate with this group of people! (Pause) I highly doubt he was seen with the Janjaweed. (Pause) No the government would never give these people money or guns. (Pause) The Sudan government has nothing to do the group Janjaweed. That is the end of this conference!


Act 1 Scene 5

Dr. Simon

(Standing behind a podium with a microphone on it waiting to present his speech to the hall.)


We had to… we had to go in with no fear. No negativity. We had been prepped I worked in a hospital for 8 years. I was not a partier in College and I never had any of my friend’s die or horrors in my family. When you get thrown into the hospital it’s … all rushed. You cant panic you cant have a moment to breath because every moment a life is on the line. You never get a chance to think about what could happen you just do. When I decided to volunteer for the program Doctors Without Borders ... I will be honest it was to impress are girl who worked with the program Save the Children. I know, I know stupid thing to do but I figured I would go to a few meetings donate some money from … lets face it my fortune. I would be done with DWB and get with this girl. I was wrong, I ended up getting really into this program and a bit later I was sent to Darfur. They prepared us for what we were facing. (Pause) And like I said you just get so rushed, you have to do this and that without thinking you have to save this person you don't get a chance to breath its all so fast. It was also … so worth it. I did not even get with the girl whom worked with Save the Children I still talk to her she had to quit when the economy got rough. But yeah these displacement camps are terrible we were taking care of people with bullet wounds and many girls whom were raped. I remember one young girl who was pregnant, she told me how old she was … 15 she was 15 and was pregnant it was terrible how she got like that but many told me worse stories of their villages being attacked. Anyway this girl was in her second trimester, she didn't know whom the father was, I was able to give her things that would help her though carrying her child that she would not of been able to get given the lack of medicine in her village. That was in calm conditions where she would of been able to relax with her family, a family that she tells me now she has not seen since she was 7. I just wanted to tell you these stories and how amazing this program is, Doctors Without Borders changed my life. Thank you.




                                               Act 2 Scene 2
Fatima Terab


(Much more scuffed up and dirty now not as many smiles and looking very sullen older girl with a tummy (pregnant)


Are you with the same lady who was here last time? (Pause) Yeah she came to my village a year back she was doing a documentary on African villages but I suppose this is not any where near my village. (Pause) My name is Fatima Terab. I am 15 now. Living in a displacement camp my cause to be here … is the same reason I am pregnant. My village was attacked about 8 years ago. I was a young girl … I didn't know what was going on mom was dragged from the house by her hair daddy was inside being beaten with the Janjaweeds guns … though at the time I did not know that they were called the Janjaweed. I just knew that they were scary and they were hurting my parents. Samir ran into the house and caught eyes with me he shouted hide... Had he not shouted I would not be here now … but I would never be guilty of the nightmare that happened.. one of the men took a large knife and (Get choked up) his head flew off … my body took over I did not cry I did not scream I just ran. I ran and ran and ran to my tree. There was fire everywhere and so many men on horses. It was so long ago but I remember being curled up under the tree trying not to cry too loud not knowing what would happen to me. I waited until it got quite and even then until dark. I crawled out of my hole under the tree and walked to the village my face hard with tears and dirt. I walked through my village at the age of seven I had seen my brother murdered had no idea where my parents, sister, or my other brother Bakit were. I was alone at the age of 7, I walked for two nights when I stumbled into another village, and a woman there took me in. A month later the village was attacked. The women and I were able to run she took me to a displacement camp with her. I lived there for (thinks for a second) about 7 years. It was hard but the UN fed up grains for the most part. Then a group attacked our camp. I was not lucky enough this time to get away. I was gang raped. And now I am with child. (Pause) A lot has changed from when I was a 7 year old and now I must take care of this child that was forced upon me a child who I do not know the father of. I should have hope for my future. But I don’t, the UN helps us, Doctors Without Borders help us … but we must help our selves … and I must try and find a place I see as safe.

 

It Never Used to be Like This

Explanations

Act I, Scene I
Teenage Boy
Setting: A boy about the age of 16 or 17, is sitting on a barrel outside of the fields of his hut in his village, contemplating work, while other people work behind him. The sounds of laughter fill the air along with grunts of hard work. The people in the background are having fun while doing the chores that need to be done.

I don’t know
     [looks back to the fields]
... I mean, it’s awesome!
     [huge grin on his face.]
There’s these new movies, I can totally relate to them. Like there’s action, and suspense and there’s shooting... everything that a teenage boy would want I think.
     [face goes from excited and he’s moving his hand to gesture shooting, then as soon as he says “i think” his face forms an enigma... trying to think what other boys would want to be doing.]
I mean I do scrounge up as much money as I could to go see them.
     [it would seem that his facial expressions would match this sentence by saying hes compensating for his words, since hes said that he doesn’t know what other “normal” teenage boys think of, hes compensating by saying that he can get the money if he needed it.]
I wouldn’t really know what another boy my age would think of those movies... this is the first time I’m really out on my own.
     [chuckles]
Finally,
     [looks to the sky, then back down again]
I get to escape Ladakh,
     [grins to himself and shakes his head in astonishment.]
and experience the world on my own.
     [Holds hands out palms facing up.]
This
     [points to the ground]
is something that a lot of kids my age would want to do back on the farms and village, but its like a dream
     [puts his hands on his head and grabs his hair in a swift, but excitedly shaky motion]
that I
     [points to himself]
get to go out and live it!
     [Expression goes from excited to uneasy, but tries to hold a smile, and twitches a smile instead.] My family isn’t the richest family in the village.
     [slowly shakes his head.]
     [scoffs.]
All I used to do was help my family in the fields,
     [voice gets a little higher.]
but now, I’m allowed to go out more and see the world. Even though my clothes
     [nods his head in acknowledgement of the fact that his clothes are beat up.]
are a little tattered, its not like they won’t let me into the theater
     [thinks about if they didnt allow him in, but then shakes off the thought, and smiles],
but hey, every one's clothes are worn... we ALL used to do hard work. Thank
     [emphasizes god]
GOD for these movies and all these other activities to do in town now, that way I don’t have to do all this work with my family anymore, and then maybe I won’t be judged when I go into town...
     [thinks about the popular life for a few seconds.]
     [stutters on I’ll]
I- I’l- I’ll -I’LL have the good clothes, and I’LL be popular, then, I’LL have a phone...
     [points to himself when he says I’LL]
Yeah...
     [nods.]
I think that I’ll be on my way to get that phone now... MOM?!
     [gets ready to go...]
Yeah, I’ll be back later! Yeah, yeah, 10:00, I know. Bye. Uh-huh yeah, sure, I will. Love you too...
     [says whatever under his breath]
Whatever. I- I gotta go.

Act I, Scene 2
Husband in Marketplace
Setting: A man is walking up to a kiosk-like stand made of wood in the middle of a crowded city village that is on a slanted hill in a particularly muddy area, where the owner is yelling out about his new merchandise. There are villagers milling around. The man looks uneasy and his looking around frantically and paranoid like. He reaches the man, sticks his hands in his pockets and starts to rock back and forth on both his feet. He takes his right hand and scratches his hair. He begins to speak as he holds out his hand towards the man palm up. The owner stops yelling as the man neared and puts on his “business face” to sell his merchandise. He puts his elbow to the table and puts his fist to his chin. The owner plasters a sly smile on his face and raises his eyebrows welcoming the new customer, which makes the man rattled.

Hi err, do... do you have any, uh... cellphones in stock..? Oh? Oh, you don’t?
     [puzzled look on his face]
Any, uh... any at all?
Hmm. Well,
     [speaks slowly but loudly, likes he’s talking to a slower person]
DO you
     [points to his head and continues to do that for a few seconds]
know of any other place that would carry them?
     [pauses to hear the man’s response]
Great!
     [his smile reaches across his face]
So, do you know where its at? Well, can you tell me?...
     [his expression goes blank]
What? Really? That far?
     [starts to mutter to himself...]
Okay, well I have my family, and I need to give them water. But, I really want this phone... errr. They need my support. I need to be there. Is having a phone really this important? My brain says yes, but my heart says no. I’m torn between my wants and my needs. I want a phone, but I need to be with my family. This is so frustrating ! I see all these people with phones... It’s not fair. I want one too. What do you mean by that? What do you mean ‘by what’, you just said to me that life wasn’t fair... what did you mean by that? Nothing? I beg to differ! All I wanted to do was to get a phone. Oh, I need to calm down? Really, hmm, whatever happened to the customer is always right?... You don’t know!? Even this TEENAGER has one! Ugh, I’m sorry, things haven’t been good on the farm... Can you...? Just let me know when the next shipment comes in... You will? Thanks... What else do you have? Really? Well for what movies? Okay, I’ll take one... 2,000 rupees? That’s steep! How about 1,500, thats about as much as I can afford. Okay, 1,750. Thats good. Thanks, have a nice day.

Act I, Scene 3
Older Wise Woman
Setting: Stirring a pot in her hut with her left hand on her hip... She’s looking out of her window at the boy sitting on a barrel.

It never used to be like this.
     [shakes her head at the boy]
In my day, this
     [points to the boy who is getting up and shouts to his mother]
would have never happened...
     [the mother in the next room responds]
I have never seen today’s children acting like such... such... ANIMALS in my life!

They’re shunning their responsibilities, disrespecting parents!!! ...They’re becoming... Westerners.
     [says westerners with a hiss.]
I was brought up in a time where children respected their parents, and listened to them, they never didn’t listen.
     [counts these on her fingers]
They did their chores, tended to the animals, and never went out to town. But now,
     [points to the ground]
that’s all out the window
     [moves her arm around her ].
All they want to do these days is they all want to go to town, and gallivant around
     [does a silly dance],
doing stupid and dangerous things that can. Get. Them. HURT.

It never used to be like this

I tell them. I do. I always do. But do they listen? No, they don’t. Now, I have no idea what my kids kids are doing. My poor babies, all alone. Granted, they are in their teens, but they have no idea. NO idea... They have absolutely no ideas of the dangers out there in the real world. They might think its all fun and games at first, but wait until they’re hungry, or tired, and want a place to sleep, or need money. Where are they going to go? Home. Here. Back with their family.

Home is safe... It’s safe here. Nothing happens. We keep to ourselves, and we’re quiet. We don’t bother anyone... its a safe place to be. But... it’s their choice. And we’ll take them back.

It never used to be like this.

All they do now is talk on their phones. They snub their responsibilities to talk to their “friends”.
   
Do you want to know who their friends are? Me, us, the people here...
   
I’m telling you, its different now.
   
It never used to be like this.

Q3 Artist's Statement-Yadi Angeles


I love doing anything artsy because it helps me let out emotions through familiar hobbies. One of my favorite things to do is to look at all my older art pieces and see how I've improved. 

I select themes through what interests me, and then what inspires me. I get more inspiration through my interests, and have a more enjoyable time overall. Although I don't always limit myself to things I like, I also keep an open mind to new things.

I'm now trying to challenge myself upon listening to "rules" for art. I usually go about the subject listening to myself only, and doing things to please me. So recently, I have allowed the "rules of real life" to try and enter my art pieces. It has been difficult, but I've become quite proud of about one or two pieces of the pictures shown below. 

The final draft of my hand:
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The first draft of my Self Portrait:
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First Pencil draft of the Clear Bottle:
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The final Charcoal draft of Clear Bottle:
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The first draft of my Still Life:
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The final draft of my Still Life:
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This is the first draft of the "Inspired by Art History": 
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The final draft of the "Inspired by Art History":

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Photo on 2011-04-13 at 11.38

Beautiful

Act 1 Scene 1
I opened my eyes and rolled over to the side of the bed and made a disgusted face, the apartment was dirty, my hands felt clammy, my hair was sticking to the sweat on my face, just another normal day. I hate my job, well I guess it’s not really my job considering I get nothing out of it. One night I was with this guy, he didn’t want sex or he didn’t try and get me high or anything, he just wanted someone to talk too. He told me I was beautiful and to be honest he was beautiful himself he said that I could be a model or something, I wish that was true. Anyway back to last night, the apartment I woke up in was disgusting I felt so dirty, well in this job it’s normal too feel gross, dirt was sticking to the sweat on my body all I wanted was a cool shower, I walked over to the bathroom and it was just shit I can’t even explain I’m almost positive if I took a shower I would come out dirtier. I walked out, back to the bedroom, there was a big man in the bed he was also sweating he looked greasy I wanted too throw up, he wasn’t like the beautiful boy I talked to the other night. This man kind of reminded me of my father, poor and dirty, I missed him though. I used to live in Mexico with my parents and 6 well maybe 7 sisters for some reason I can’t remember the exact age.
(Starts to tear up)
Everyday I try to forget what happened too me, the day I was taken out my home and dragged into a dirty smelly white van, they calmly told us not to scream, this one girl with black hair and brown oval eyes started to scream and that’s when it happened a big man, I couldn’t tell if he was dark skinned or just dirty, well he smacked her she had a red hand print across her face and she shut up. They told us we were going across the border to America. I know it wasn’t something to be excited over but I had never been to America before and maybe it would be fun, I had no idea what I was in for. I tried to sleep in the car but I couldn’t get comfortable, I mean could you get comfortable in a tightly packed van with 5 other girls. Days went by we were given the occasional bottle of water no food no nothing. “Salga de la furgoneta”. I still remember Spanish, they have us use it sometimes for certain customers. “Usted está en Nueva York”. They ushered us out the big van and into a house that looked abandoned, that’s when I met him. Edgar, he was scary and big he explained why we were here. “You’re in a business now” he voice was angry, none of us were getting any sympathy. He looked at me he noticed me, he came over and touched my face than slipped his fingers through my hair,
(rubs her hair gently)
“you’re going to earn me anything I need.” he whispered that in my ear, I cringed every time I think about that whisper. He explained what we’d be doing, selling our bodies, in return for drugs, money and anything that would benefit him, if he owed someone a debt they’d get our bodies, every girl in that room was drained of emotion, they couldn’t even bring themselves to cry, I remember that day like it was yesterday, it feels like just yesterday I was 16 well it’s been 2 years I’m 18 and stuck in the same position. I think I have it easiest of all the girls. Edgar thinks I’m the prettiest, so he only uses me for his most important clients, sometimes he has me work when another girl gets sick like when I was in that cruddy apartment, I think they get jealous of me sometimes, I mean if I were in their situation I’d be jealous of me too. Some of the girls have serious problems, I’m not sure why I don’t have problems I mean I do but not like them, its kind of like they turned what’s happening to us into some sick game, they fuck around with these guys minds pretend like they’re in love I mean these guys are already sickos for participating in illegal sex trafficking but still. I guess I like to be alone in the house I only go out when I’m working. Jackie is my only friend in the house, and I wouldn’t even call her a friend she’s the only girl that doesn’t shoot me dirty looks kind of like this (She grimaces) We have no beds in the house just wooden cots and a blanket, there’s no heating for the winter and no air for the summer, we have one bathroom and the windows are covered by bars, Edgar doesn’t live with us, two big Mexican men guard us and make sure we don’t try to runaway or bring unwanted attention towards the house. I wish this could be over, I wish I could change who I was, I wish I could go back to Mexico, be with my family but I cant this is the life I’m stuck with, maybe not forever but defiantly for now.

Act 2 Scene 2
Woman, to me they are the most important creatures on earth, without them I’d be no one, I wouldn’t be where I am today, I am a millionaire, all thanks to woman. My father was in the same business as I am. Some say its wrong and on the news they criticize it but what they don’t understand is that I am helping these girls, these girls are beautiful but they have nothing , what would they do if they stayed in Mexico join a drug ring, sell their bodies there, grow corn? Who knows, but what I know is that they are in America, and everything here is better. I’m showing these girls how to be women, their bodies are my property. There is one girl though, she’s the best, I have white office men after her, I have to make sure she doesn’t complain or cry, I can tell she over thinks things too much, the girls aren’t allowed to write or draw well basically they cant do anything, but her I know she writes but I tell the guards not to say anything, I can’t let my feelings get in the way of business the other girls are starting to notice how I treat her differently, they give her mean looks and brush her off. But back to what I was saying, what I do used to make me feel bad stealing girls from their homes, raping them of their pride but it’s my job and I am good at what I do. After a few years the girls learn to accept that this is what their life is


Act 3 scene 3
Chloe is so beautiful we call ourselves CJ for Chloe and Jackie. We’re best friends, all the girls hate her, I really can’t see why, shes the only one in the house with manners and, she’s just so beautiful, she doesn’t deserve this life, I mean none of us do, but her she could be a model an actress, I treat her well because I know shes going to be something, I just know it everything will work for her, i promise


Act 4 Scene 4
That bitch, she gets all the attention, considering I’m stuck here pulled away from my life my family my friends I deserve to get treated the same way as Chloe, My names Rosie, that’s prettier and more exciting then Chloe. I hate America I can’t be here, no man back home would pay to do whatever he wants to me, no one would ever do that. Chloe, she falls asleep before the rest of us, I stare at her, she isn’t that pretty, she’s nothing. A couple of us spit on her at night once this girl Margarita whose younger and has more of a wild twist to her, suggested that we cut her hair off, man I wish we did. Edgar treats her like she’s royalty SHE’S NOT (Shout this, breaks down in tears) huh ( Looks to side) , shit here I come (Walks off stage)

Act 5 scene 5
I wonder how my younger sister is doing, she’s probably all grown up now, I’m sure she’s beautiful as well, god forbid anyone like Edgar or worse gets to her like they got to me, she doesn’t deserve that. I probably won’t ever see her again (Slightly sniffles) but the memory of her my mother my father and my brothers will always be close. Unlike the rest of the girls, I enjoy America, it’s not like I really get to go out, but when I do I see bright lights the happier people like that beautiful boy I saw, i’d never forget him. When I’m back with the girls in the house I get upset again, they hate me, secretly they all hate each other. I can’t do this anymore I know stuff like this happens all over the world but it never crossed my mind that it would happen to me

Act 6 scene 6
Sex trafficking is something my team and I have being trying to stop since god knows when. It’s hard, we can only arrest them if they’re caught in the act. I know it’s going on all around New York, I don’t have some incrediable 6th sense that tells me if a girl walking down the street is selling herself, I’m just a new york street cop. They’re usually the foreign girls, the ones that look lost and sad, they look around them cautiously eye down rich men skip glances over poor ones. That’s how it works. Most of them look sickly thin, they look drugged up, if we see a girl like that usually we get our undercovers to go in and try to talk to them, get them to offer sex and we make the arrest. If it were up to me I wouldn’t arrest these girls, it’s not their choice, they didn’t choose this life (Shakes head)



Act 7 scene 7
They say that beauty fades but love will remain, how do you get love when you’re fat, slimy and girls only look at you to laugh, that’s right you don’t. I know what i’m doing is wrong and yes I could get arressted but these girls don’t know what they’re doing they make me feel special loved. One girl was absolutly beautiful. I couldn’t bring her home, with my kids. Honestly I couldn’t bring her anywhere, how embaressing would it be if I got aressted, telling my wife, my kids having to explain it to the men at work, nope nope never that.   so I brought her to some shitty apartment that a guy at the fish packaging market lives it smelled and she looked disgusted but she did her job and let me tell you she did it well.

Monologue Project

The Price of Northern Ireland 
by Heather Campbell

Setting: Starts out a a day before July 21st of 1972, in Belfast in Northern Ireland.  Some of the locations of the monologues are in a British Army Base, an Protestant Family’s house, a Police Station, a Catholic pub, Sinn Fein Government Headquarters, and Outside near a graveyard. The monologues end in 2002 in Ireland. 

Characters:

Jack Maxwell, a young British Army member.  Has a family back home and is eager to help stop the troubles.

Lewis Ward, a 14 year old protestant boy.  Doesn’t really consider the troubles and danger.

Ruairi Flynn, a old Catholic police officer.  Wants an independent Ireland, but is tired of all the violence.

Stephen Kelly, a middle aged Irish Republican Army member.  Wants an independent Ireland and will do anything for it.

Catherine Ward, Lewis’s mother.  A strong protestant and a busy mother, who is always working. 

Johnathan Moore, government worker for the the Nationalists.  Doesn’t like to be associated with the British.

Sophie Griffiths, a 16 year old catholic girl.  Middle child in a large poor family, whose mother was killed in the bombings and her sister was severely injured.

Gerry Adams, Sinn Fein member, ex-IRA member, and now holds a commons seat for Northern Ireland.


Act 1, Scene 1

JACK MAXWELL (Writing a letter to back home in some form of building, sitting on a bed/cot)

 I’ve been in Northern Ireland for three weeks now.  For the first few days I was stationed in Belfast, but then I was sent over to Londonderry.  The people of Londonderry were still distraught over Bloody Sunday. After a week in Londonderry I was sent back to Belfast.  You wouldn’t believe it, but when I arrived in Belfast, I got to our station and guess who was there!  Gavin Moore and Charlie Johnston, they haven’t changed a bit.  Gavin told me that during his first week of patrol in Belfast, some one pushed a washing machine out a top story flat as he was patrollin’ beneath, narrowly missing him.  He’s fine, but he admitted after that, he was a wee bit shakin’ up for a while.  In my first few days in Belfast, I was just patrollin’ around Belfast.  I would just make sure no problems started and occasionally “chat up” some of the lorry drivers for any intelligence that might be given away.  One time, Charlie and I were patrollin’ by the harbor where all the shippin’ were comin’ in, and we saw a car looking suspicious; hidden in the boot were a good three or four pounds of supplies for bomb making.  After we had confiscated the stuff, I had to admit, it felt really good knowing that I might have saved some innocent lives.  Shortly after that, Charlie and Gavin were sent to Dungannon. Occasionally we would see some Dickers.  Their what we call the lookouts of the IRA.  There have been many exchanges of fire between the IRA and us. On the surface you can tell that the Protestants are glad we are here, but underneath it all you can see that they’re still hesitant.  They lead such different daily lives then we do back home.  Imagine having to open up your handbag to check for bombs and weapons every time you go into a shop.  That’s their reality.  On the contrary, there are murals and graffiti painted onto the walls in the Catholic area of Belfast, promoting the IRA.  We’re tryin’ to make peace, but sometimes it feels very one sided.  It’s time for this IRA rubbish to end. 


Act 1, Scene 2

LEWIS WARD (Talking to his mum in the kitchen in the morning before school)

Mornin’ Mum... Aye, I know I have te pick up some sugar and eggs after school... I’m not going te stop by his house, I told ye, the oul fella’s batty... No, I still want the cake Mum... But the oul man’s batty and his caretaker’s just as mad, and they live all the way by Oxford Station, I’d have te take the bus... Aye, okay Mum, I’ll dander down te tha oul fella’s house after school... Aye, I’ll make sure te give him some eggs... Ack! Mum, I just wanta be with meh mates, do I have to do all these chores today?... No, I wont wander off this time... I just wanta go te Johnny Moore’s house for a wee bit... Ack!... I know... Aye, I know... He lives near Woodvale Park, just a wee bus ride from school... Ack! Please Mum!... I know... Ack, I’ll go te Johnny’s house another day then... No, Mum. I’m not trying to be a nuisance... I know Mum... Okay, okay. After school, I’ll go te the store, buy eggs and sugar, then go te oul Paddy’s house and give him some eggs... Aye, after that I will come straight home...Aye, Mum...Mum, can ye pass me a scone please...Cheers Mum...No butter?... Aye, I’ll get some butter as well... Cheers Mum. I ought’ te be gettin’ to school now...My glasses are on the table by the door, I’ll grab them on ma way out...Ack! I’ll fix my tie before I get to school Mum... Bloody hell... What?... No, I didn’t say anything Mum... Nothin’, I didn’ say anythin’...I just mumbled muddy shoe, thats all... Nye, its only a smidge, it’ll come off before school... I’m goin’... I’m not goin’ te be late... I know Mum. Eggs, sugar, and butter, oul Paddy, then straight home...Matches?... Aye, I’ll get some matches as well... Cheerio Mum. (Leaves)


Act 1, Scene 3

RAUIRI FLYNN (Reflecting about today’s event in police office)

Nightmare I tell you... It was thee definition of bloody hell...You could hear people screamin’, cryin’ and moanin’. The first thing that caught my eye was a torso of a human being in the middle of the street.... It all came very sudden. I was just makin’ meh rounds about town. It was around 2:17 when I got word that a bomb detonated on a footbridge over the rail line at Windsor Park. Luckily, there were no injuries at that location...But it was bloody scary...I was told te go down by the Oxford bus station, so I got in meh car and started te drive on down there...I reckon I was pretty lucky te have gottin’ there the time I did... I was drivin’ down Hamilton Street, when I heard the bang.  It was exactly 3:10 when it was detonated. There were smoke and debris everywhere I swerved down Mary Street, but when I got te Oxford Street, there were so much debris I had te get out of meh car. Just by looking at the scene, it was impossible for anyone te feel safe... I saw meh mate cowerin’ by the side of his car. I rushed over te him te see what was happen’.  It took him awhile before words would come te him... He told me...Him and some of the boys from the British army were trying to clear the area...He said that...they tried te get everyone safe...but there were too many people...and the bomb exploded. I helped meh mate get up, he had many minor injuries from all the debris. I looked around... There were blood, debris, and body parts scattered everywhere...It was chaos... The hospital personnels came soon after... I had te help them...gettin’ people te the hospital... and cleaning up the remains. There were so many casualties all with in two seconds...I’m a Catholic... I want an independent Ireland...Te be honest, I think these troubles would all go away if the Brits just left...I heard that the Brits got a warnin’ that the bombs where goin’ te go off today... I was talkin’ te some of meh mates in the pub yesterday...talkin’ bout the incident... They’re convinced that them Brits had deliberately disregarded those warnings, all for strategic policy reasons...I’m not sure whether I quite agree, but... I don’t disagree either... I mean, the British army were there, tryin’ te help evacuate people from the area... But I’m not sure whether I would be surprised if they delayed the evacuation, just so they seemed like they tried, and make the PIRA seem like the bad guys. Whats the PIRA?...Provisional Irish Republican Army...they want an Independent Ireland too...I just want it in a less violent way...(Pause) Later that day, a fella came down, te look for his wee boy... He identified him among the dead... The wee boy was so bloody and deformed, his father could only tell it was him ‘cus of the things he’d been carryin’, cracked eggs, spilt sugar, melted butter, crushed matches, bits of his glasses, and singed photo en his pocket...Two of the other policemen in meh unit escorted the fella back home te tell his wife...They said she broke down cryin’...was complete mess...The worst part of the day was that... that explosion on Oxford street was only one of twenty-two within’ an hour an’ a half... All these victims were just innocent people caught up in it. With Bloody Sunday, they were out on a march – a peaceful march, but still a march...I’ve been apart of the Police service since I turned eighteen...That’s thirteen years ago...I’ve seen a lot in those years...Dealt with a lot too...It’s rare te find people in the police service who get along civilized enough than me and some of the other policemen.  Most of the policemen are Protestants, most of them like being apart of the UK.  As much as I would like a Independent Ireland, I don’t like dealin’ with all the victims of brutal crimes and havin’ te tell their families...I’ve known too many people who have died and too many people charged with murder...Some days you canna help but wonder, when will it be over?...Is it worth it?


Act 1, Scene 4

JACK MAXWELL(Taking medicine and talking to other army members in a “common room”)

(Enters room)

Hi

(Take some pills)

 I’m okay, which is more than most can say 

(Swallow the pills)

I was down at Oxford Street, tryin’ to clear the area.  Almost had the area cleared before the bomb went off...Nah, I didn’t even hear the bomb... I just saw everything cave in around me...Some debris must of hit me... I didn’t even realise it was broken at first...It was chaos...Bodies everywhere...I tried my best to help, but then they sent me to the stations doctor...It’s only broken...I have to go home to get it fixed properly...There wasn’t much to help there.  There were so many injured and and bodies everywhere.  There was no way for there to be any order.  No order, no control, it was horrible...Yeah, I go home in a few days...Pardon?... Oh, why do I have to go back home to get it fixed?  I guess there are too many people here in worse condition, so they straightened it out and just wrapped it up, and I’ll be home in a few days...They gave me medicine. 

(Shows the medicine)  

Keep the pain from being to unbearable...As soon as my arm heals, I’ll be back...I heard the first bomb was detonated at around 2:09 by the rail line at Windsor Park and last bomb went off at 3:30...There was another bomb set for after that?...oh, well, good thing the bomb squad got their first...Yeah, I’m looking forward to going home. See my family...I’ll be taking a ferry...Yeah; as soon as they fix it I’ll be on my way back here.


Act 1, Scene 5

STEPHEN KELLY (Reflecting on the IRA and Bloody Friday in a pub)

(Sits down) 

Before I begin, lets pay homage to a good oul’ Irish proverb “A drink precedes a story.” 

(Take a large sip out of a large beer mug)

Why?... Well, it’s quite obvious isn’t it? We want our independence. 

(Sip out of the mug)

Why am I apart of the PIRA? 

(Takes a sip)

It began when a group of nationalist was marching around the town. The numbers of the group kept escalatin’ and at one point it was up to around 3,000 people.

(Takes a sip)

British troops were brought in to disperse the crowd.  Roadblocks were set up to prevent the marchers from gettin’ te certain sections of the town.  Them Brits say that the crowd was becomin’ more and more lively and that the troops had te start makin’ arrests.  They said as they were arrestin’ people, they came under fire, all they were doin’ was defendin’ themselves. 

(Takes a sip) 

The results of this day led te the death of 13 at the hands of the First Battalion.  The IRA wants their revenge.  There were no peaceful arrests and et was nie the marches fault.  The only violent people there were them bloody Brits... That’s where it all started for me. 

(Takes a sip)

They, the British army and them protestants...They think they were shootin’ for self defense...No, self defense requires some thinkin’...There was no thinkin’ involved there. 

(Takes a sip)

As a Catholic, we have no say here...Them Brits and Protestants think they’re better than everyone else.  We have poor housin’, no benefits, no rights, and are always bein’ discriminated against...Why wouldn’t I be mad? 

(Takes a sip)

We’re second-class citizens in our own country! And when we try te get our messages across peacefully, we’re beat up and our houses set a blaze!  

(Takes a sip)

That’s why I joined the PIRA.... What’s the difference between the IRA and PIRA?...Irish Republican Army and Provisional Irish Republic Army.  The PIRA is branched off from the IRA.  We’re all fightin’ for the same freedom. 

(Takes a sip). 

And the Sinn Fein and the IRA and PIRA are going to get us that freedom...Sinn Fein? Well that’s our political party, for an Independent Ireland. No more bloody Brits and feckin’ protestants dictating our lives. 

(Takes a sip)

Now ‘bout last Friday...Te put it plainly, It required only one man with a loud hailer to clear each target area in no time.  All we were tryin’ te do was make daily life impossible.  Cause financial devastation from all the wrecked buildin’s.  That’s all we had te do.  And short after, all the Republicans were convinced that the British had deliberately disregarded the two warnings we sent out for strategic policy reasons.  The Brits had their warnin’s but they took to long to take action. 

(Takes a sip)

We had some casualties...But sometimes ye have te give before ye receive.  We gave lives up, and we expect te receive our freedom.  The PIRA is committed unequivocally to the search for freedom, justice and peace in Ireland.  We’ve done part of our job, for now.

(Takes a sip)


Act 1, Scene 6
JACK MAXWELL (Talking on the phone)

(Dials phone) 

Hello...Emm..Yeah, I’m okay. I made it through with only a broken arm...I’ll be home soon...They wrapped it up and gave me some medicine...Yeah, soon as I get off the ferry I’ll be on my way to the doctor’s to get it mended...How it at home?...Good...

(Chuckle)

How’s wee little Sophie?...Good...Well, I can’t tell you too much information, but apparently the British talks to the IRA failed and the IRA began its campaign again...Yeah...It was quite shocking...I didn’t know what to do...You got my letter?...Good..I have to go...I’ll be home soon..Give Sophie a hug for me...Bye. 

(Hangs up)


Act 1, Scene 7

CATHERINE WARD (In her living room, holding pictures of her son, his glasses, and remains of school bag.)

My wee little Lewis...

(Sniffle)

He dinneh even make it past his fifteenth birthday...And it’s all my fault...

(Sniffle)

Had I not told him te go te Oul Paddy and give him some eggs, he may still have been with me...

(Burst of tears)

It seems just like yesterday, I was donderin’ down te the cafe down by the train station with him in his wee pram for tea and biscuits... And now, he’s dead...

(Sniffle)

I knew somethin’ was wrong when meh husband came home with the Bobbies. I thought meh husband had gotten into some trouble with the IRA...Our family bein’ strong protestants...But then I saw the look on meh husbands face...He looked like he was in anguish, like somethin’ happened...  Somethin’ more than him just gettin’ into some trouble... Then one of the fellas, he told me I may want te sit down... At that moment, I knew somethin’ was wrong.  Meh eyes darted te the clock...

(Sniffle)

I was so busy tryin’ te get mey wee boy’s birthday supper sorted out for the next day, that I hadn’t realised that he should have been home by then...The bobbies told me that nineteen bombs had gone of just an hour and a half ago. Then... I collapsed...I had already known what had happened...Meh wee boy was just doin’ what I asked...

(Sniffle)

He was on his way to oul Paddy’s home at 3:10...About te get on the bus at Oxford Street...I should have had him come straight home after school. With all these bombings and officers and the likes...I knew it was too dangerous...I had a feellin’ bout today...I told him te be careful, he just kept replyin’ “I know”

(Sniffle)

The bobbies, both bein’ protestants, told me that them and the brits are tryin’ to get all this te come te an end...I’ll forever remain loyal te the queen...The British government, they’ve done so much for our country... And with their military here, these troubles are bound to stop some time soon...But thats not goin’ te bring my wee little Lewis back now. 

(Burst of tears)



Act 1, Scene 8

JONATHAN MOORE (Talking to a journalist in an office)

(Sitting down) 

When did this all start?... That was a long time ago.  I was twelve when Ireland split up.  It was in 1920 when the British government decided to split up Ireland, after they had ruled for centuries.  An Independent state was created in the south, mostly made up of Catholics.  The northern district, Ulster being mostly Protestant, remained part of the UK. That split up was caused by an uprising led by Michael Collins in 1916...There was a civil war in the south after the split.  Michael Collins among many others lost his life during that civil war.  The end result of was the Rise of a new and independent Republic of Ireland, led by Eamon DeValera.  In the North, the Catholics were a minority.  They were the republicans and nationalists.  They were being discriminated against in jobs, housing, and law.  The Protestants were the unionists and loyalists; they were given government jobs and privileges alike for being loyal to the British crown.  Northern Ireland played a large role in the British economy because of all the shipyards, and mills.  But as I said before, the Catholics found themselves the minority and excluded from Northern Ireland’s success.  The Troubles really started three years ago.  The Catholic unemployment rate spiked, their housing became poor, and the riots began.  The IRA is the nationalists who carried out most of the violence in their quest for independence.  My job is te try and get the Nationalist message across, without the violence; te get a united Ireland in a manor that appeals to both sides.  For a while we were making some progress.  We had a truce with the British government...a truce between the loyalists and the nationalists.  There were te be talks. Talks put in place in order te cease fire.  But the British failed at talking, so the IRA and PIRA begun their campaign again...

(Pause)

That’s what yesterday was; the start of a new campaign. Why the violence?

(Pause)

I don’t think I can answer that question...I just communicate te people.  I’m behind the scene of these troubles...

(Pause)

Well, we want an Independent Ireland.  We want equal rights and equal opportunities. No, we want our own rights and opportunities.  The British government ruled Ireland like their ruled England, Scotland, and Wales...We’re not English, we’re not Scottish, and we’re not Welsh.  We are our own people...And it was time that we were treated that way.  That’s why the Republic of Ireland came to be...

(Pause)

Why the violence? Why bloody Friday? That’s a question for someone else...Yeah, I feel bad about the deaths...Quite a large number of them where Catholics...But think of the number of people killed by the British.  We’ve been oppressed and discriminated against...I know a lot of people died...I know...Violence delays peace...I know... Look, it isn’t my job te deal with the violence and deaths. My job is just te talk. 

(Gets up and leaves)


Act 1, Scene 9

SOPHIE GRIFFITHS (After her mother’s funeral)

We live in west Belfast; where most of the Catholics live...Et was me, meh dad, meh mum, meh four brothers, and meh two sisters all livin’ en a small house near Springfield road.  Meh dad is a fisherman; he works hard but we still struggle te live comfortably.  Meh mum taught at the primary school near our house, were meh littlest sisters, Amy and Eliza, and littlest brothers, Hugh and Jamie, go te school.  She always’d help meh with meh schoolwork.  Meh mum always wanted te be a writer.  If one of meh wee brothers or sister had a hard time goin’ te sleep she’d tell us all a story.  I liked her stories; they always had a nice ending.  She could make et seem like every ended happily. But she tolled a lie.

(Tearing up)

Meh mum was takin’ meh little sister, Amy, get a new dress...She’d been savin’ up money for Amys dress, and they went down te the store te pick et up.

(Sobbing)

That’s when the bomb went off...Meh mum and Amy were en the car...Meh sister was badly injured, but meh mum died...She worked so hard for our family, with seven children needin’ te be fed and educated...Meh eldest brother, Adam, hasn’t even gone back te school yet and he’s already gettin’ inte trouble...Meh brother, Sean, and I now have te do most of the chores and take care off wee brothers and sisters...Amy’s still en the hospital...and meh dad still has te fish te feed us all.  When he’s not workin’ he spends most of his time en the pub drinkin’ the black stuff.... Yeh canna blame him...Mum did everything

(More sobing)

She did everything...We need her...We’re good Catholics...We work hard...Go te church...Why us?... Why Amy?... Why meh mum?...We weren’t out causin’ trouble protestin’, and we weren’t out wavin’ the union flag...We want better lives just as much as the IRA do...Meh mum and dad work hard for meh family te have a better live...We didn’t do anythin’ wrong...So, why did they have te take meh mum away from meh family...But she’s in a better place now...away from the violence...Gone but never forgotten. 


Act 1, Scene 10

GERRY ADAMS (2002, conference, standing at a podium)

A month ago, I took office in the House of Commons, I had a press conference and I was asked a question...This woman, around 65 years old, she asked me for an apology. 

(Low spot light on woman watching a TV)  

She told me that thirty years ago, her son died.  He died when the IRA set off a series of bombs around Belfast.  She told me, he wasn’t protesting or causing a ruckus.  He was just dropping of some groceries like she had asked him to.  He was an innocent wee boy. Where’s the apology for her son’s death?  She said she’s been hearing about rights for the victims of Bloody Sunday.  But she wanted to know when it would be her son’s time to be remembered.  Before that I came across an article in the paper.  It was written in honor of the victims of Bloody Friday.  It was written by a woman whose mother had died during the bombings, and her sister severely injured. (Low spot light to woman writing in front of a TV) 

After her mother died, her family had to deal with countless of other struggles.  After thirty years her family is still hasn’t fully recovered from the death of their mother.  I have come here today, te make a public apology for those who died.  We offer our sincere apologies and condolences te their families. While it was not our intention to injure or kill non-combatants, the reality is that on this and on a number of other occasions that was the consequence of our actions. 

(Low spotlight to a few people huddled around a gravestone) In Belfast the IRA had set out to cause economic damage and had sought to avoid civilian casualties by providing at least 30 minutes’ warning in relation to each of the 21 bombs.  It is a moot point whether the IRA operations just stretched the British too far for them to be able to cope with the situation, or whether they deliberately failed to act in relation to two of the many bombs, but it is clear that the IRA made a mistake in putting out so many bombs, and civilians were killed who certainly should not have been killed. 

(Low spotlight on man with his family in front of a TV) 

This was the IRA’s responsibility and a matter of deep regret.  We hope that we can continue to push forward prospect of a peaceful Northern Ireland and Nation.  Thank you. 

(Leaves podium)






3rd Quater Art Benchmark

This 3rd quarter has been very excellent with increasing my artistic experiences. I feel that I have improved greatly with my artwork and I have a greater interested in more genres of art. I tried new and different kinds of art and it has been very successful. With many of my drawings I used a fair amount of shading and creases that makes the art work look realistic. Lining and the shading falls together to make a shadow in many of my artwork that is posted below. I enjoyed this quarter and hope to do just as well for the final quarter.

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Art For Quarter 3

​This quarter in Art has been a wonderful learning experience. We experimented in different areas of art, and it proved to be rewarding in so many ways. Developing skills in drawing different subjects with different mediums pushes our own concepts of art, and propels us to experiment more with the unknown.
I am especially thankful for the various projects this quarter. The pieces that I have completed can now go into my portfolio, which I will continue to build in order to achieve my dream of going to the Parson's School of Design. Developing my skills as an artist by going outside of my comfort zone and embracing the unknown have certainly helped me gain a perspective on my future art. I can't wait to see what's in store for us next quarter.
In conclusion, I am very thankful to Mrs. Hull and the projects she gave us, for they are rewarding in more ways than one. I am very proud of my progress in art this quarter, and I will continue to build upon my skills, and become a better developed artist.
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Relapse After the Shot to My Pride

Marina Pyfrom

Science Leadership Academy
“Relapse After the Shot to My Pride”   

Relapse After the Shot to My Pride was at first a series of monologues that eventually molded together into a play. Nadia, the main character, has hit rock bottom after the death of her father. They were inseparable, their bond was like no other. She is not the only person who took his death, but the whole town is. Her father was a legend. He was the best soldier around, from his tactic ways to  strategic plans, he knew it all. He spoke, live, breathed war. His last words he uttered was "Keep her safe" referring to his beloved daughter. Will Nadia survive the storm or will she crumble? '

This suspenseful theater play can relate to all of us in some type away. Loosing a close one is tragic. It is sometimes so painful that you have the feeling you just want to get away from it all. My message too you hopefully you realize after watching my play is there always is a light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to manage to get through it.


Characters: 
Present Nadia, an artist who is outspoken about her past problems and is willing to talk about it.
Young Nadia, young adolescent who is miserable after the death of her father.
Nanda, Nadia’s father and also is the best well-known soldier around.
Sian, Nadia’s mother, she is very quiet and does not have a good relationship with her daughter.
Kamil, Nanda’s best friend and is also a soldier.
Rameesha, Kamil’s wife and has a friendly personality.


Act 1, Scene 1


    (Present Nadia standing at podium facing the audience)

PRESENT NADIA

Hello everyone, it sure feels good to be back in Sri Lanka. I know many of you came to attend the 5th year Memorial for my father, and I thank you graciously. But I do not think of this as a memorial service, its more of a celebration. Many of you probably thought I wouldn’t make it, and I reply saying I am here and I am staying. 5 years ago I was at the darkest part of my life and thought it was no way out. I remember it vividly as if it was yesterday.
    (lights fades to black, then Young Nadia is on stage but its Present Nadia’s voice)

YOUNG NADIA

My feet were planted firmly in the damped green grass using the fatal position at which my life depended on it. That was the line my father always used to get my full attention when it was the right time. It was time, time to shoot. Time to shoot the apple that hung from the nail of the tree. My dad and I always went neck and neck at this game. Some times my dad would try to trick me to make me loose my concentration.

NANDA

 Oops, Nadia don’t mess up... wait is that your mother calling.

YOUNG NADIA

He would laugh then make this little girl voice saying

NANDA

Nadiaaaaaaa

YOUNG NADIA

This time I was not going to fall for his tricks. You can only win if you had the best shot. I aimed the black rifle gun at the apple on the tree. Click! Pow! was the sound after I pulled the trigger. That shot unleashed tons of weight lifted off my shoulders. I was stressed about things I had no control of. The restrictions of my dad visits, hurt me deeply. It had cut our bonding time. Moments with him were crucial. He was the person I could open up about anything and the same with him. We relied and trusted one another with each others life. In time he would be due for his combat shift and have to leave immediately. Hearing and seeing that was a stab in my heart, the aching pain. To get my off the negative I stuck with the positive, Any time with him was better than none.  Soon my mind floated back to reality. SPLATT! I felt my body moved back a couple of steps. There, was the exploded apple. My dad gave me a grin and a hug; pulled me closer and said in a cheerful voice

NANDA

"That’s my pretty girl, Nadia I taught you well aye!"

YOUNG NADIA

We played a couple more rounds. That was our bonding time and we loved it. After my shocking gun shot, My dad showed me no mercy. He was the winner at the end. The score was 9-5.

Act 1, Scene 2


    (Lights back on at Present Nadia at the podium)

PRESENT NADIA


Daddy was off to fight. I couldn’t wait for him to come back. He is always scheduled for a break annually to pop in and check on us. The household was boring. I woke up, did my chores, ate, then went back to sleep. Where was the enjoyment? My mom always just sat in the living room and read her book. read, write, clean, and cook! That was all my mom did. And she enjoyed it. To me her life was so uninteresting. I don't have any clue on how her and my dad met. They are so different. My dad was the adventurous type, and he loved fun.  And my mom was like the person who watch fun just pass by her.
    (Light fades out and Young Nadia appears)

YOUNG NADIA

Mom come play apple blast with me.

SIAN

Didn't I tell you about that game, get in the house right now! Its dangerous, Nadia I'm protecting you!
    (Sian grabs Nadia by the shirt.)

YOUNG NADIA

Well me and daddy always play apple blast.

PRESENT NADIA

She looked me directly into my eyes as if she was looking strait through my brain. It was weird and made me feel awkward.
    (Voice in the background)


SIAN

Yes I know, but your father is off to the war, so don't touch the gun unless he is here with you.

YOUNG NADIA

But that’s not fair.

SIAN

That’s the end of it, I don't want to hear anything else about it, find something else to do, how about you hang with some of your girl friends instead of the boys all the time!

YOUNG NADIA

Its no fun
    (Lights fade at Present Nadia appears)

PRESENT NADIA

At that very moment I felt offended. It felt as if my own mom was not accepting the person I was or was becoming. She just tried to take the most important thing to me away, making it vanish from my presence. Not only was just shooting a gun at an apple. It had a deeper meaning. I was in a fight with my self and my feelings. Shooting was the stress reliever. And her taking the only thing that makes me happy was cruel. She was better off taking my soul.

    (Young Nadia and her easel magically appears, she is now in her room.)

Act 2, Scene 1

    
    (Battlefield setting, and loud noises)

KAMIL

C'mon man say something, I need you right now, Just say something for me, Help! I need a nurse! Nanda c'mon your my best friend, your like a brother to me you cant leave me! Say something, anything!
    (Kamil takes his shirt off his back and tied it around him to keep the blood from pouring out)

NANDA

Keep her safe.

KAMIL

Brother, I will do anything even put my life on the line to save your family from anything.

NANDA

Thank you brother you have really been there, tell them I love them and ….


KAMIL

Noooooooooooo
    (Scene fades out with Kamil crying.)

Act 3, Scene 1

   
    (Morning Lights then appears Rameesha in kitchen on the phone.)

RAMEESHA

I never saw my husband act like this before. He barley eating anything, moping around. He took off from work. Nandi's death really hit him hard. Being his wife I don't know how to make him feel better. I comfort him but is that enough Yea, mhmm, I know take one day at time. But what if its not enough? Yea true, mhmm ok. uhm hmm I feel especially bad for Nandi's little girl Nadia. Well she's not little anymore but yea she is 15. She loves him to death. Not enough words can explain how much that girl loves him. I wonder she doing. Yea your right I should send Kamil around there to help out just be there for them, Ill bake some pies, Nadia loves my home made apple pies. Well I will talk to you later I need to get Kamil up so can eat something for lunch. Bye and thank you I'll make sure I tell Kamil.
    (She walks into the living room to Kamil lying on the couch.)

RAMEESHA
Honey, Come, and eat, I have lunch for you! I'm not leaving! Here open wide.

KAMIL

Im trying babe, its just…

RAMEESHA

I know honey. I am just scared for you because I know how Nanda was like a brother to you. Its hard for the rest of us too. But I was thinking maybe you could stop pass Sian house to check on her and Nadia to see how they are doing because it has been a week.

KAMIL

That’s a good idea but I don’t know.

RAMEESHA

I understand if its too much. But you have to think about how Nadia feels you how closed she was with her father. All I'm saying is just check on them. Everything is going to be okay, and if it makes you feel better I will go right along with you. Because I am your wife, I love you, and I will stand by your side at all times. So your not alone. Ramesha and Kamil together forever.


KAMIL

I will forever and always love you.

    (lights fade out.)


Act 3, Scene 2

   
    (Rameesha in bedroom & Kamil in living room)

KAMIL

Will you c’mon, how long does it take. I just want to be there first, so I can talk to Nadia and Sian. Mann, I sure miss him. What am I even going to say to Sian. Uhm, ok ready get set go! Sian, you know I love him and you all... Nahh You know he was like my brother. I know ex... Nahh its not about me its about them. Ugh what am I going to do?

RAMEESHA

You don’t need to rehearse a script. Just simply speak from your heart.

KAMIL

Wow, you look amazing. Youuu readdy?

RAMEESHA

Thank you and so do you! With you by my side, I am ready for anything!

KAMIL

Good Lets Go!

    (Car noise & music lights flashing)

Act 3, Scene 3


    (Nadia in her room painting & Sian cleaning living room)

SIAN

Family members and friends going to be stopping by. The house is a mess, nothing is right. Ugh why me, Nanda why did you have to leave me! I can’t do it without you. I am trying to keep everything together, but its hard. Ugh I still have to get dress, what time is it? Oh ok cool I have time. Naddddiiaaaaaaaaa come clean the kitchen, since you do nothing else, it’s the least you can do. Oh darn, we out of juice. Oh well water will do. Uhm what am I forgetting? Oh never mind I think of it later. Oh my God Nadiaaa! Come here right now! You see this, its bad luck. I know you love your father, we all do. But you know your not allowed to flip the pictures back over. You will let the evil in. Do you want that to happen? Just don’t let happen again. And what are you wearing? Go get change! You look like a raggedy boy, we have guest coming! Did you clean the kitchen like I asked you, I guess not. Ugh, I have to do everything in the house. Out my face get changed now. Don’t worry about Ill do it. Spoil brat.

    (Light on Nadia in her room painting)

Act 3, Scene 4


    (Light focused on Living room & Doorbell rings)

SIAN

Ok, just stay cool. Don’t get too emotional. Act as if everything is normal. Smile Sian. Breathe. All right I think Im ready. Oh hey Kamil and Rameesha, thank you so much for stopping by. I didn’t know how long you guys were staying so I roasted some turkey its in the oven. Did I ever tell you guys how you too were a great couple. You guys fit each other well. Oh well Ima check on the turkey be right back love birds ahaha.
 
    (lights follows Sian out then focus back on Rameesha & Kamil)

RAMEESHA

Its worse than I thought Honey. She is a complete mess. She is not herself at all. I will be right back I’m going to talk to her see what’s really going on & confront her.

KAMIL

Alright cool, I will check on Nadia.


Act 3, Scene 4

    (Light focus on Kitchen)

SIAN

Why, why , why me! I didn’t do anything to deserve this, I need Nanda. I thought I was going to be able to handle this, but I cant. Everything not gonna bee okkaayyyyy , how am I suppose to take care of the girl, she doesnt listen to me. Whhyyyy did I deserve this!

RAMEESHA

Shh shh shh your not alone we are here for you too. I love you Sian, we will get through this I promise. Lets Pray. Oneness of Life and Light, Entrusting in your Great Compassion, May you shed the foolishness in myself, Transforming me into a conduit of Love.

RAMEESHA & SIAN

May I be a medicine for the sick and weary, Nursing their afflictions until they are cured;
May I become food and drink, During time of famine, May I protect the helpless and the poor,May I be a lamp, For those who need your Light, May I be a bed for those who need rest, and guide all seekers to the Other Shore. May all find happiness through my actions,
and let no one suffer because of me. Whether they love or hate me, Whether they hurt or wrong me, May they all realize true entrusting, Through Other Power, and realize Supreme Nirvana. Namo Amida Buddha

SIAN

You have made me believe that there is a light at the end of this dark doomy tunnel. I really appreciate it. I needed this. Rameesha you are truly a phenomenal person. Thank you for everything.

RAMEESHA

No problem, and so are you. Any time you need to talk just let me know. I am always available. But anyway alright lets eat this delicious pie I made outside on the steps. We both could use some fresh air.

    (lights follows them off stage)

Act 3, Scene 5

    (Now focused on Nadia in her Room with her easel)

YOUNG NADIA

    (Nadia is heated she is sitting at her easel painting)

A spoil brat! Who does she think she is! How dare she? My dad, her husband just died and she don’t even care. That woman has absolutely no feelings. She yelling about flipping the pictures back over. Who cares if that a Sri Lanka tradition. Let the evil sprits come get me, anything is better living with her. She don’t want me her fine, I got something for her.

    (Nadia moves to her closet and pulls out a box. Quick flash the lights on Kamil standing by the door.)

YOUNG NADIA

Soldier this solder that! Steal, kill, and destroy. I miss my daddy. I can’t take it no more. I need to get out of here quickly, Whoever killed my dad, I will find them and finish them off myself. Why couldn’t it be someone elses dad, anybody but mine. Taking him away from me is like taking my soul. The Memories, laughs, everything gone! Why should I even carry on with my life. If I leave who will truthfully miss me?

(Interruption: Kamil knocks on the door saying “I will”.)
   

Act 3, Scene 6

    (Room scene)

KAMIL

Listen, Nadia, its Kamil. I don’t care what you say I am coming in. Nadia I know its been hard on you, it has been on everyone. You dad was loved by all and he loved us all. I know exactly what you feeling. He was my best friend too. We been together since we was five years old. I been having nightmares ever since. I am scared. Not only for me but for you and your mom. Nadia you know you always been part of my family and I encourage you at any time if you need me let me know. You know I will be right on my way. I promised your dad that I will always keep you safe. Now I was listening outside for a couple minutes. You mother is just stressing a lot and its hard for her to bond with you because of the hardcore bond you had with you father. My advice to you is to just let her in a little bit more. Show her that you care and that you love her. And I bet it will make her smile, and you too. Remember Kind words can conquer. Now, wipe those tears. A pretty girl like you should not be crying.

YOUNG NADIA

Thank you, Uncle Kamil I really need that.

    (Black out, Present Nadia and podium appears)

PRESENT NADIA

Now that talk with Uncle Kamil, literally saved my life. From that day on we build a wall of trust that was never knocked down. When times got rough at home with my mom, him and Rameesha let me live there in the extra room.
   
    (Focus on the half of the stage, Young Nadia is in her room with Sian)

Act 3, Scene 7


YOUNG NADIA


Oh, You hate me! Well guess what I hate you too! What kind of mother treats her daughter like crap. I wished daddy was still here to see the devil you become! I’m tired of listening to an over controlling, low self esteem monster of a woman! I don’t even know why I call you mom, you don’t even act like one. You know what I’m moving with Kamil and Rameesha where everyone loves each other! Move out my way, I need to pack my clothes.

SIAN

Uhm, I don’t think so little girl. Who bought you those clothes? Oh, let me answer for you, Uhmm Me! So leave my clothes here, oh yeah and that dumb painting easel too. And get out!

YOUNG NADIA

Ugh I hate you! Have a nice life Sian

Act 4, Scene 1

    (Sunrise setting, Rameesha in Nadia’s room)

RAMEESHA

Nadia, can I talk to you for a minute? Are you awake? Oh good. Breakfast ready. But I just wanted to have a minute to talk. You know have some one on one girl talk. You have been nothing but a joy to be with, and we love having you here living with us. Its just its been 10 months since you been home to your mother. Before you say anything let me just finish saying I know she did some bad things, but that’s your mom. Kamil and I have been stopping past to check on her. And she is not the same. She has been very distant lately, and just not herself. Im not saying go by there but anything, like a phone call or maybe a letter, its better than nothing. Alright so ima let you think about that. And when you ready come downstairs and eat with us. I love you Nadia, I have faith you will make the right decision.
    (Lights black out and Present Nadia pop up at podium)

Act 4, Scene 2


NADIA

Rameesha, of course was right. It didn’t even feel like it was 10 months since I seen my mom. I wonder if she missed me, or does she still hate me. I wanted answers, so the next day Rameesha dropped me off and waited outside in the car.

RAMEESHA

You made the right decision Nadia, and I am proud that you did. I will be just outside, call me if you need me. So go in. You can do it.

NADIA

Hello? Is anybody here, its me Nadia. Hello? Oh my god Mom what are you doing, are you ok. Give me that bottle, Wake up! Mom please, wake up! Rameesha! Please come quick, Hurry. I don’t know what happen. I came in the kitchen and she just was like this is. She never drinks alcohol and uhm is she going to die? I cant have anybody else die close to me, I wont be able to deal with it. Thank you Rameesha for calling. Can we go meet her at the hospital? Alright let me grab some clothes for her.

    (Siren noises & Present Nadia appeared)

Act 4, Scene 3
       
PRESENT NADIA

I think day changed all of our lives. I never thought my mom would do that to herself. And dealing with that issue made us both stronger. Later that month after my mom was hospitalized. I moved back in with her to take care of her.

    (Lights faded out Living room setting in place, With Young Nadia & Sian)

YOUNG NADIA

Anymore tea Mom?

SIAN

No thank you, but we need to talk come sit down next to me. Let me start off by just saying I am truly sorry for my past actions, all of them. I was so jealous of you and your father bond. I am so embarrassed to say this but seeing that created a deep dark hatred in my heart. Watching you leave was the hardest thing ever. Although I acted as if I didn’t care, It had hurt me deeply. And those lonely nights led to fun alcohol drinking by myself. And I overdid the drinking way too much. I was drinking Gin with my breakfast meal and twice as much with dinner. Treating you like that is the thing I most regret. Will you accept my apology?

    (Lights fade & Present Nadia pops up at the podium.)

Act  4, Scene 4


    (Young Nadia& Sian playing apple blast off stage)

PRESENT NADIA


The relationship between my mom and I got way better. We laughed, joked around. Everything was great. And the next day was even better.

    (Lights faded and the living room setting appears)

KAMIL


Hey, Sian. You look nice today. I got great news, Where is Nadia? I want to tell you guys together. Oh she is in her room. Nadia! Hurry come here, I need to tell you something important. No, its nothing bad. So I invited my friend over for dinner the other day and he was telling how his wife does art in the U.S. I told him about you and showed him you room and all the paintings on your wall. He was amazed. And called his wife, and she requested a portfolio and an interview from you. It’s a really good job and it pays really well. The only thing is you have to live in the U.S. This is a once and lifetime opportunity. You are beyond a great artist I really think you should do it. Your old enough to take care of yourself, and plus you can always visit. Well I will let you think about it, let me know by Monday. Alright well I have to get to the market before it closes! Ok bye, Nadia let your heart decide for you. Bye, you guys. Let me know!

   (light fades and Present Nadia at the podium appears)

Act 5, Scene 1


My heart sure did guide me too my choice. I am now a professional artist living in California. I couldn’t even believe it. Buddha saw my struggles and granted me with my dream job. Every morning I think about my past. And it makes me even strive and w harder. I am so proud of myself. My dad is still in my heart and I hope he is watching me achieve my dreams. Thank you all, I truly appreciate you all for coming. Let the celebration begin! Cheers!

   (The Sri Lanka music comes on and every one gets up and hugs Nadia.)




A Heart to Mend

​This play is about a girl (Angelina) who deals with rape and her family issues. She has a mother who isn't very supportive of her at all. He father raped her when she was seven years old. She falls under the pressure of suicidal. This play deals with a lot of difficult decisions, but luckily she found someone in Congo who went through the same issues as her. Congo, Africa is the capital city of rape. Through the social networking, Angelina met a girl name Zuri who helps her through her problem.

Act I, Scene II
ANGELINA

Stage Directions:
The whole stage is pitch dark. But there are two spotlights on Angelina and Suzan.

Angelina:
[She’s talking to the therapist; Angelina is sitting on a wooden chair and Suzan is sitting on a rolling chair with a notepad and a pen]  

[Sigh]
It’s been a long time since I’ve told someone this. You’re the second person to know. Please don’t tell anyone about this. Do you promise? I-I-was raped…by my dad when I was 7 years old.
[She catches her breath]

I still remember the very first time he put his dick in my vagina. We were at his friend’s house in New Hampshire. I don’t remember the time, but I do know it was really late at night. I was in full clothing and he was in his boxers. But that was normal because that’s how he went to sleep every night. He came to the bed and started to seduce me.
[She looks down and starts playing with her hands]

I turned away and then the whole incident happened. I blacked out. I don’t remember feeling the pain or him pushing his dick in my vagina. It was horrible, physically. I was dizzy. My thoughts just left me. Every time I think about THAT first night, it brings me to tears.
    [The therapist grabs her hands and holds them. Angelina’s hands begins to shake even more]

When I think about what happened, I feel anxious and broken hearted. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel disgusted. He used by body for pleasure. For pleasure I tell you. Why me? I’m his blood. He created me. I just don’t understand why someone would hurt the one they love.
    [She shakes her head]

My body is a temple and I have to be sacred, but now that it’s not pure anymore, I don’t know how to look at body in a different way anymore. He caused me so much pain. I can’t even have intimacy with my partner without thinking he’s going to rape me. I’m scared. I don’t even know difference between making love and lusting. In the bible, it says “But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart”-Matthew 5:28. I live in a great world and I’m supposed to enjoy every moment of my life. BUT I CAN’T. Thanks to him. I can never have long relationships. I tend to runaway when a guy tells me that he l-l-lo-love me. Will I ever be in love with a male? Will I ever have children? Will I ever know what making love feels like? I mean, he didn’t rape me only ONCE, but many times. I would estimate around 20-----
    [Phone rings]

Hello? Yeah-yeah mom. I’m at therapy. Bu-but.
    [Rolls her eyes]

Alright. Fine. Bye.
    [She hangs up the phone]

I have to go. My mom wants me home.
    [She exits the stage and Suzan will leave as soon as the lights go off]

Stage Directions:
Turn off all lights and play some sad music.


Act II, Scene I
Stage Directions:
[Set a couch, table, some cups, and a rolling chair on stage]

[The mom is talking to the therapist; mom is sitting on the couch and the therapist is sitting on a comfy chair]

MELANIE

[She has a frozen face]
Honestly, I didn’t know how to react when my daughter old me that her own FATHER raped her. I-I-I just froze.
[Shrugs her shoulder and give an “I don’t care look]

I just don’t know what to say or feel. I’m the type of person that doesn’t open up to people. I’m only doing that with you because I’m forced to. I’m paying for something that I don’t even want to do. Hold on, I have a text message.
[Starts texting]

But yeah, I didn’t want to be here in the first place. Oh, I’m here to talking about my problems? I don’t wanna talk about my problems. Let’s talk about yours. Here’s the thing with therapy. They want to get all up in your problems.
[Makes swinging arms in a circle]

Therapy is good, but I mean, does it really help situations like this? The situation already happened. She’s gunna be scarred for life. What can you do? Give her some medication? Hahaha. I crack myself up.
[Slaps her knees]

No. Seriously. Why am I here?
[Scratches the back of her neck while saying]

Sigh, you’re just wasting your time. You’re not getting anything out of me.
[Phones ringing]

Excuse me. Hello? Hey, what’s up? Oh yeah? Nah nah, I’m not busy. Alright, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.
[Hangs up phone call, and gets up]

Well listen, it was nice meeting you. But I have errands to run.
[The mom leaves]

SUZAN
But—I’m not done.
    [Drops down her book and pen]

I’m not going to give up on this poor girl.

Stage Directions:
[Dim the lights down slowly and Suzan will walk off stage.]

Act II, Scene II
Stage Directions:
[The stage is set up as Angelina’s bedroom]
[She’s in her bra and panties; staring at herself in the mirror with a gun in one hand, a knife in the other, and a bible in front of her. She’s also talking out loud to God.]

ANGELINA
Why am I going through this pain? I don’t go through this Lord. I can’t handle the pain anymore. It’s tearing me apart. I have too much on my plate right now. Why are you doing this to me? Out of these girls on earth, why am I suffering so much? What did I ever do?
[She looks at herself in the mirror]

Look at this body. It looks so disgusting. I don’t feel sacred anymore. I look so skinny. THANKS TO HIM. I can’t eat or sleep. My eyes looks like air bags. What the hell? Every time I look at a plate of food, I just wanna throw up
[Gagging]

I think about that night all the time. He put me in the stage of depression. My parents abandoned me. My mom doesn’t care about what happened to me in the past. She thinks this is a joke when it’s not. She doesn’t understand how much that ONE moment impacted on my life. She’s doesn’t even know that I’m sitting here balling my eyes out. She doesn’t even know that I have a sharp knife in my left hand and a gun fully loaded with bullets in the other hand. This is not a game called Russian Roulette. This is a serious matter. It sucks to have parents that don’t care about how you’re feeling and just don’t give a SHIT about you. No wonder why I’m like this. Am I wrong? All my mom cares about is her stupid job. She put everything before me. What kind of parent is that? I always saw family giggling and smiling with each other on television. Why can’t I have that in my life? Is that too much to ask for?
[She points the gun to her head and breathing really hard. She’s closing her eyes tightly]

One...two....ahhh, I can’t do it...
[Takes in a deep breath]

Okay.
[Takes in deep breaths and the wind blows through her window and her bible flipped to Genesis 1: 26-27.]
[She puts down the gun and reads that page]

It said, “God has a great plan for your life. God has created us in his image. He created us for a purpose. God has a specific plan in mind for everyone.”
[Drops down to her knees and start crying even more]

Lord, is this a sign?

Act II, Scene III
FLASHBACK

Stage Directions:
The lights will be off. During this time, the people will set up the stage. While people are moving the things around, the sounds of police cars and helicopters are playing. Blue, red, and white lights will be flashing all over the stage. The stage is set up as a small bedroom. It will only have a bed and a little cabinet. These things will be facing to the side of the stage. Then the sounds will begin to fade away.

[John throws the younger version of Angelina on the bed]

JOHN
Take off your clothes right now!

ANGELINA
What are you doing?! I don’t want to take my clothes off.

JOHN
Shut up! I didn’t ask for you to talk. So take off your clothes now!
[Angelina tries to run away but as she gets off the bed, John grabs her by her hand and lay her down. He begins to duck tape her to the bed. He begins to seduce her and as he gets closer to her, the lights go dark.]

Act III, Scene I
Stage Directions:
The lights will only focus on the dad. But there’s a dim light on the therapist. Everything is blacked out.
[He’s talking to therapist] {He’s holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other} [He has an Asian person’s accent]

JOHN

How are you?
*Sigh*
I’m doing good.
[Takes a long breath]

I guess. So why am I here? What?! I-I-I didn’t do that. I never once touch that little girl! She’s lying to you. You know how kids are. They always make things up with their imagination. They think unicorns are real. C’mon now. How she knew about sex? I don’t know. I ain’t teach her that. She is learning by herself. Maybe her school taught her. I don’t know. I’M NOT LYING TO YOU!
[Tears are fallen down his eyes]

What am I doing? I-I-I don’t know what was running through my mind at the time. She was just lying there on my bed, sleeping like a little angel. An angel of mine. That night, I was with my bros. We were chillen, smoking, and drinking. We were all high and laughing at the stupidest things.
[Laughing out loud and smoking the cigarette]

I still remember that day as if it was yesterday.
 [Shaking his head]

Oh man, so much happened that night. Do I still remember what I did to my daughter? Just a little bit. I just know that we were in New Hampshire and I started to take off her clothes. I have no idea why I did that to her. Why THAT ONE night? I never done that to her before so I don’t know what got to me. Maybe it was because I was watching porn that night and I was horny. I mean, what’s a guy to do when he’s horny? Have sex.
    [Puts his head down]

My daughter was the only female figure in the house. It was all guys in the house. I’m not going to have sex with a guy. Fuck out of here! Excuse my language. I don’t regret doing that to my daughter. When I tell you to do something, do it. It’s not that hard. I told her to take off her pants and she wouldn’t listen so I did it myself. I have the rights to do whatever I want to my child. I made her so I have the right to do whatever I want. I do abuse her. It’s not my fault. Like I told you before, if she listens to me, none of this would of happened. You know what, I don’t wanna deal with this anymore. I’m out.
[He leaves the office]

Act III, Scene II
Stage Directions:
There will be little blue, red, and white lights around Suzan. But there will be one big spotlight on her as she sits in her seat.
[Therapist is sitting on the couch crossed legs and holding a notebook on her lap with a pen in her right hand. She’s talking into a video.]

[Click the recording button]

Journal number 13. As I’m listening to all of them talk to me, I can’t seem to understand her parents. She has a mom that doesn’t care about her and puts her job before her own child. And then you have a dad who scarred the poor girl for life. At least she has a boyfriend who supports her on anything. I don’t know the guy personally, but he seems like a good guy. I just can’t seem to understand why her parents are like that. I’m a mom. I have 2 kids. A boy and a girl. I would never put my job before my child. Especially if I knew about her pain. The only job that really matters is being a mother. That’s the greatest job God can give to any woman. I try to be understanding and see the points that they’re making but it doesn’t click to me and I can’t seem to soak it in. So, I told Angelina to check out Congo. As I know, Congo is the capital of rape. I wanted her to realize that she’s not alone in this situation. What she doesn’t know is that I have connection over there because I also work at a company that corresponds with rape in Congo. I picked a girl out for Angelina to talk to through Facebook and her name is Zuri Robinson.
[She stops recording]

Act III, Scene III

Stage Directions:
Half of the stage will be set with as Angelina’s room while the other half will be set as the library.

ZURI

[She is typing a message to Angelina on Facebook.]

Dear Angelina,
Hello, my name is Zuri. I am from Congo, Africa. Suzan had contacted me over the past couple of days. She told me about your story. I know you told her not to tell anyone about your issue but she only told me because I know exactly how you feel. So please don’t be mad at her. It’s only for the better for you and I. I’ve been raped as well. So many times. I can’t even count. You are not alone in this situation. I cry each night to sleep. I live in a poor country that barely has food, money, shelters, anything. I live in a little hut with my mom and my younger brother. We starve most of the days. My mom can’t leave my side because she’s scared that some man will come in and rape me. I’m scared as well. I feel trapped in my own little hut. I wish I had freedom. I wish I can just walk outside and not worry about a guy raping me. So I definitely know where you’re coming from. It’s a shame that your mom doesn’t care about you and the fact that your own dad raped you. I try to turn my situation into a positive thing. I believe in God as well. I’d learned that God will not give you a problem if he knows you can’t handle it. I feel as though that what happened to me was for a reason. It made me stronger as a person. It’s giving me an opportunity to meet new people just like you. It has given me the strength to grow as a person and help other people. You go through the same situation as me so it’s easy for me to talk to you. I’m able to turn a negative problem into a positive thing. Maybe you should as well. I feel as though I have it tougher than you because Congo is the capital of rape. Us girls get raped every minute. If I’m able to come out strong, I’m confident that you can as well. Please write back. Love, Zuri.

Stage Directions:
The light switches to Angelina’s side of the stage

[Angelina writes back to Zuri]

Hello there. I’m not mad at all. I highly appreciate you taking your time out to write me a message. Wow, your story truly inspires me. I cry myself to sleep every night as well. It’s not a great thing. But I mean, it happens. It just suck because both of my parents are screwed up. It’s just not fair. And wow, you can’t even walk out the house? That’s crazy. I’m really sorry for you. I try to think that God is watching over me but I would hesitate sometimes. I don’t deserve this at all. I’m a very good person. I try to help everyone but it seems like I’m always getting hurt. I mean, if you can turn something negative into a positive thing then I can do it as well. I have an idea. I’m going to scare my mom. That should give her a wake up call. Well I have to go. Talk to you later. P.S. stay strong. Thank you. Love, Angelina.

Act III, Scene IV

Stage Directions:
The stage is set up as a funeral home.

[Melanie is sitting in the therapist waiting room. Suzan opens up the door and welcomes mom inside. Inside the office, there was a casket wrapped in red cloth symbolizing Angelina’s favorite color. The room was pure dark with candle lights surrounding the casket.]

Melanie: What is this?

Suzan: This is how your daughter’s funeral is going to look of you don’t take care of her.

[Suzan walks her to the casket. Mom slowly walks to the casket. Touching it very gently. Soothing her hand along the side. Her face is in full guilty. One hand is oer her mouth and she’s holding Suzan’s hands with the other]

Mom: This is her favorite color. My little girl.

[Suzan opens up the casket and in there lays Angelina. Angelina’s face is stoned. NO MOVEMENT. Mom takes a huge step back with shocker. She was trying to catch on to her breath]

Mom: Oh my goodness. My little girl. What happen to her? Why is she in here?

[She slowly touches her daughter meanwhile Angelina is pretending that she’s dead. Suzan closes the casket]

Suzan: Angelina, you can come out now.

Angelina comes out the casket and hugs her mom. While they’re hugging, they says:

Mom: [crying really hard] I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to end up like this. Please forgive me, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I promise to put you before work. I’ll do anything. Just don’t die on me.





God hates us

​In this project we had to create monologues to sent to philadelphia young play rights. My project was done on the Westboro Baptist Church. There teachings at that church is that god hates America and Fags ought to die. They have been on the news and they picket at the funerals of soldiers that died. So here is my play (series of monologues) on the Westboro Baptist Church. 



Characters:
Stan: Appears in scene one
Justin: Appears in scene one, scene two, and scene three.
Tiffany: Appears in scene two and four
Sarah: Appears in scene four


Act one scene one:

(two people talking simultaneously. Man (stan) on right child on left (justin). Man Starts)

Stan:

So that their poster on your wall that says “god hates fags,” what does that mean?
Justin:
What does this poster mean? It means god hates fags heh I mean it says it right there...
Stan:
Right I see, and how old are you exactly, like 15?
Justin:
Uhm no I am 16
Stan:
Wow so you are almost ready to go to college uhm, have you ever had a girl friend?
Justin
heh No of course I have never had a girlfriend. My only love is for god!
Stan
Well why is that? I mean I am sure there is some girl out there that would love to date you...
Justin
Why? Because He is all I need in my life I mean he brings me peace and and hope because I know someday that he will unleash his wrath on America and make all the damn fags pay for their sins
Stan
…. This sins talk, I mean because I am not married to my girlfriend and we have a child, have I committed a sin?  I mean like, Do I have to be married with someone in order to be able to conceive a child?  However, I feel like the question should be gauged towards you, would you ever get married?
Justin
No I don’t plan on getting married I am going to stand up for god and show all the fags that god will show his wrath on you if you don’t change your ways. And yes, what you are doing is a sin and is not going to make god almighty happy. If I were you I would forgive the lord for what you have done
Stan
Never marry? That is most peculiar. And I feel as a person just like me who loves another person with all my heart, but don’t exactly have enough money to get a marriage is not committing a sin. Perhaps god, is forgive-full for me conceiving a child without a proper wed
Justin
No see you are wrong, god only shall except those that fornicate after two are married. And even then it is only so that they can have god bring new life to this treacherous land. God has a plan though, God wants to show the US that his power is not to be trifled with and that his gift of birth is not to be taken advantage of. You see god has already began to show his wrath on the US because of you damn sinners
Stan
So perhaps you are saying that around the world, those who conceive do it for pleasure and are taking advantage over gods gift to the earth. Now would you say he is giving a deserves to us by giving us these terrorists? I mean if god is so great why give us these horrible people?
Justin
Terrorist? No no they are not the terrorist, its god. God is the terrorist and he is going to show the US that being a fag and committing all of these sins is wrong
Stan
 God? So, lets so you were in twin towers as they were destroyed because of the terrorist. How would you feel that god created something that has killed such a predecessor of gods law?  I know that if I was a person that upheld god’s law and enforced it I would be upset that god would have done that to me
Justin
No god would have wanted me to die, it would have been his wish and I mean 9/11, thank god! On that day god showed America that god is something to fear. The dead soldiers are all because of you people, you fags, committing your signs. That’s why we are out there at the funerals of the dead soldiers. That’s our message, to get people to obey god’s law. If you don’t follow god’s law there is only one think for you, straight to hell heh.
Stan
You seem to find this whole situation funny. The fact that these people are going to hell. How is that in any way something funny?
Justin
It is funny because I know that god will uphold his law and that he will send you to hell. So it is reassuring to me that all of my picketing and rioting
Stan
Ah I see, so going out to these funerals where people are in sorrow and have just lost a member of their family and yelling “thank god for dead troops,” “God hates fags,” and “god hates fags” is appropriate? Okay so this is what I have to say. I feel like you have secluded yourself from the world. My children are living successful lives and they will continue to. I am done asking you questions I think I found out enough information. I will send you an issue of the magazine when it is finished. Your article will be at the end.
Justin
Ya know what i am done with this. I can’t take you on top of me like this. Just leave me alone.
Stan
I apologize, i best be on my way now (exits)




                                                              

Act one scene two

(Women in her mid 30’s driving in Car and she drives by a picketing from the west boro baptist church. To the right there are people protesting that god hates America)

You should be ashamed of yourselves! (yelling out of car) (crowd of protesters yells back “you’re going to hell you whore” )
Yea well I’ll see you in hell too!
I am just appalled at the actions that this church is under going. No where did it ever say that god hates gay people no where. And to be standing on the corner and yell out that god hates fags and thank god for dead soldiers. I mean it is as if these people have no respect for people. They are ignorant. That’s what they are. They need to have a stern talking to by the city. There methods need to be banned. That poor kid doesn’t know what he is getting himself into. He must have been 5 years old and he was holding a sign saying “Thank God for 9/11.” He probably didn’t even know what that meant. Ya know what! I am going to go back and confront them. That kid shouldn't be there. No, no, (thinks) I will call child services. I will make sure that that kid gets to a safer home. (ring ring ring) Hello... Hi my name is Dorthy Ann and I just drove by Space and Thompson Ave and I noticed a picketing from the Westboro Baptist Church and I noticed a child that looked like he must have been 5.... Well no I just feel like the child is in danger of being harmed.... Well he could be harmed by some idiot that might shoot at them i don’t know!! I just feel like the child should not be there. …. Well fine by me sorry for bothering you (hang up) God damn stupid government. That poor child is going to get shot or something! I am turning around! (scene)




Act one scene three
(male in his teenage years pacing and panicking actor is Justin)  
I don’t know what to do (looks up and stops pacing), they will, they will. I don’t know what they will do (starts pacing again). I can’t let them know. If they were to know, then, then I will be exiled from the people I live with. I will be going against the words that I have so long protested against. I need to tell someone though. Who am I able to tell? Maybe I will tell my mother? No, no, I can’t do that. I know what I shall do. If I tell him then maybe he would understand. Gah, I don’t know where to start. How do I tell a man I am gay when all of my life I was against it. I was brought up thinking it was wrong and went as far as protesting to kill those who are gay. But maybe god can forgive me for being gay and revoke my sin. (walks over to the cross on the wall) Maybe god still does love me. I am going to tell brad, “Brad I need to tell you this because I feel like you understand me the best and so here it is, I’m gay.” Yes, I think of all people, brad would understand the most I mean he is after all my best friend and he doesn’t live at the church so he would understand. I am sure of it.       



Act one scene four
(recall female that drove by coming home from a long days rest)
Tiffany
Hey Sarah, can you grab me a sandwich?
Sarah
Do you want mayonnaise on it?
Tiffany
No mayonnaise please! (sits down in seat and turns on TV). Phew I haven’t sat down in so long. Long day at work, I think I am due in for some rest. Oh good god. (turns up the volume). That’s the westboro baptist church. Oh god I remember those days. I surely am glad I left that place I mean they are so full of hatred and ignorance that it is actually pretty sad. It is odd that none of them have been murdered by a drive by I mean i felt like trying to teach them a lesson after driving by them the other day.
Sarah
(Gives sandwich to Tiffany)  
Tiffany
Thanks Sarah (says to Sarah).
(says back to her self) I feel so free not being held in that threshold. Now I am able to be free about my sexuality and I live a happy life with my wife Sarah. I was a bird stuck in a cage there. I was trapped. Now I have knowledge beyond god and realize there is more to life then serving god. I also have realized what true love is. It comes in little packages like Sarah (looks back at Sarah).