Dramatic Monologue
Dramatic Monologue

Dramatic Monologue

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  • Published: October 5, 2017
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Well, my name is Tyler-May.

Tyler May see, I quite like my name, but for some people, it tells them I’m some kinda butch girl who is really stocky with a super short haircut, that wears baggy t-shirts and Umbro trackies, but heigh-ho, I don’t really care. I’m 20, but I feel like I’m 14. Although I still talk like I’m 14 with all my “Newark” language, I don’t run around shouting some kinda nonsense but… I feel like I ain’t lived. I know I’m only twenty and I’ve got my whole life ahead of me… ut as a teenager I had no trauma; my parents didn’t die or I didn’t nearly get run over or anything. Well of course I’m glad they didn’t die or I for that matter, but I was a good child, maybe too good if you know what I mean I hardly ever got drunk, I never went out on a Friday night on a “piss up” and got really hammered… I never tried a cigarette either nor did I sneak out of the house at night to go out.

People would tell me these amazing stories of how they would stay up till around midnight till their parents were asleep, and climb out of their window! I mean, how cool! Well I know it’s bad to do that blah blah blah but still, the fact you can say you did that is, well, priceless. I wasn’t really popular in my school years. I and my friends were just their lots, we weren’t the “plastics” the “e

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mos” or the hardcore slags who had a different lad every night, we were just us. We weren’t a posse that was hated, nor were we obsessed over. I didn’t really bother with my schoolwork; I was quite clever naturally so I got complacent, and allowed that to carry me through; 2nd set in everything was good enough for me.

I did make an effort at first, and I did do all my homework and coursework eventually, but then I never put 110% into it. I just couldn’t be bothered. I’d rather just hang about with my mates, go into town. Lazing about on Newark Castle all afternoon in summer was just the best.

Get a good lunch from Bakers Oven and have a sort of picnic at the Castle. It was a tradition between us lot. I did bother with art though. And history. I don’t know why, well I liked my teacher, and my dad was really into it, so maybe that’s what got me started.

I didn’t make anything of it, it just interested me. These days I’m a graphics designer. I’ve always been creative, and I guess I did make something of this. It’s more the computery side, you know like photoshopping designing magazine layouts, etc. I do like my job, but it makes me feel really antisocial, stuck in that dowdy office. All I can see is magnolia walls, chipped but plastered in Artex. I’m not using my interactive skills if you get me, I love having a good ode chat with others, and meeting new people. But I

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guess I can’t do anything to change that now. I used to think that no one could tell me what to do, which they can’t.

But I’m in my job for the wrong reasons I guess. I did it because it was the easy option; my lifelong dream was to illustrate, but I couldn’t be bothered like I couldn’t at school. Everyone has their dreams, and I will get there one day, just not today, and perhaps not tomorrow. I guess dreams are just there to escape realism and be in your own world for a matter of seconds.

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