Kara's+Monologue

Here is my monologue. I hope you enjoy reading it.

My Monologue Hello, my name is Anne Mary Cook. I am 11 years old and was born in 1816. My life is a nightmare, or was anyway. When I was 6 years old my mother died from starvation. My father needed money if he wanted to live so my sister, Mae and I were sold to a textile factory. At the beginning I worked 14 hours a day. Mae, being 2 years older than me worked 16 hours and went to bed later than all the other children that were my age. I did not have any friends or family, except for my sister. But a few weeks ago Mae was sleepy while working and got taken up to Mr Rhode, our head boss’s office for punishment. This morning when I woke up for my 14 hour day I saw Mae, lying in her bed badly bruised and scarred. It was horrible. My heart started pounding with fear as I raced over to her helpless, beaten body. But that day things only got worse. As I cried and cried at poor Mae’s bed all the other children were getting ready for their day. Mr Rhode came in, saw that I was lacking behind and not getting ready and pushed me to the ground. I was badly bruised and beaten just like Mae but not nearly as bad. Mr Rhode walked out with an angry look on his face and did not say another word. From then on Mae and I tried to keep awake during our work and do our best. One day it was so hard to keep awake that I lost my thumb on the sewing machine. It hurt so badly, but Mae was not there at that time and no one came to help me. I barely survived with the amount of blood I lost from my body so I was very lucky that I did. Two weeks later after I recovered, a beautiful young lady walked into the factory and straight into Mr Rhode’s office. A few minutes later Mr Rhode and the lady walked out. She said that Mae and I were her niece’s and if she payed Mr Rhode some money we would come with her and get luxury food and education. I was astonished and thrilled at the same time. When I grow up I want to write books about child labour and why it is so bad. Put a stop to it. No child deserves it! As we walked out of the factory with our gorgeous auntie I knew it was the start of a new life, a new beginning. I will never forget that day!