Allen

Monologue Allen Hi, my name is Bob Scanins. Yesterday, I just got my finger cut off. WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?? My finger got stuck in between two rocks and they had to cut my finger off. Now I know why they call stuff living hell and I feel like it. My whole life has. First I get sold for 1.5 pounds to a coal mine and my wages are less than 0.004 pounds per week and the instructors are always telling us we’re lucky we even get money because they feed us! After that I get punished at least 5 times per month. I hate listening to the instructors yelling at us saying that we don’t have enough stuff dug out. The punishments are just too horrible for someone who hasn’t faced them to believe. If you complain about food quantities you miss breakfast and dinner for three days and if you complain about wages then your wage gets cut down to 0.001 per week for six weeks! One of the most casual ones is that you get your head dunked under water if you feel tired. Every day of my living is hunger. The food is horrible. All you get is grey, mouldy porridge for breakfast, an apple for lunch and a slice of bread with milk. Now, I get my finger cut off. What you just heard is real living hell. What’s the use of life? I’d rather be a mouse, just about to get eaten by a cat, so at least my troubles will be solved! I’m going to try to escape, even though if I get caught, I will be sent to prison for months. It will be better than over here for sure. I come from Yorkshire only 3 kilometres away. I’m planning to get there using a secret escape route that I found out. Only 2 more days until I’m going to try it! I’m secretly trying to pack for the day after tomorrow, but I’m using my friend’s clothes so I can pretend that it’s my clothes. I am going to go to the toilet and go through the hole on the floor. Then I’m going to dig straight up and I should be right in the middle of the town square. Tomorrow is drawing nearer and nearer so I have to use my spare time carefully so I can plan with more detail. I got a lot of sleep which is crucial for a hard day of work. I’m heading for the toilets. There’s a hole that leads underground. I climb slowly but steadily but soon I reached dirt, just where I was aiming at. I started digging upwards. I saw light that blinded my eyes. Then I saw townspeople. I made it.