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Monologue ; My First Game
Kristien Lindo Drama Monologue October 11
My First Game
(yawns and stretches out arms) Oh good morning everyone, didn’t know I had company (walks over to spotlight). You could never imagine how excited I am. Why you ask? Well… today is my very first soccer game this season and I’ve been waiting for this day for 5 whole months! But that’s okay because it’s going to be worth it (walks to kitchen). My coach told my team and I that we have to eat good the whole entire day, drink at least (8 fingers up) this many glasses of water and that we can’t do anything that will tire us out...just relax. So I made a schedule for what I’m going to do today, I’m warning you though it ain't gonna be fun. Since my game is not till 6:00pm and it is only 9:00 o’clock in the morning, I have 9 hours until my soccer game. So the first thing my schedule says to do is…(reads schedule) make a peanut butter sandwich and drink a glass of water. (grabs peanut butter, bread and a glass of water) this looks like a good breakfast… don’t you think? (eats breakfast) Yum that was good (rubbing stomach while licking lips). Okay lets see whats next on my schedule… (reads schedule) relax and drink lots and lots of water. Hmm maybe I should do some homework, but that might make me hurt my brain and I can’t afford that to happen, no way! I think i’ll just watch tv or maybe a movie and then eat lunch at 1:30 (gets three glasses of water, then turns on tv). Lets see what’s on… ‘Phineas and Ferb’, then ‘Shake It Up’, and then my favourite ‘Hannah Montana’ Movie! (makes small comments between and during each show/movie). Wow what a movie ! (repeatedly claps hands). Oh look at that (looks at watch) 1:30, right on time for lunch. Hmm turkey sub looks good to me (eats turkey sub). D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S delicious. Alright, now lets see what's next to do (reads schedule) take a nap. Oh yes, just what I

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