Olivia's+monologue

This is my monologue. Hope you enjoy it. By Olivia

MY MONOLOGUE! “Well you know one day my parents will come and take me away from this horrible,wretched mill!” Hello, my name is Elizabeth Anne Partment. You may have never heard of my name or seen my face but I fear that one day I will be famous no not famous maybe known no because you people don’t care about the sacrifices we make for you and we get treated so badly. Just yesterday we decided that we would fight back, take control. One of my best friends offered to push Mr.Slater over and then we would attack but Mr.Slater was too quick for him he grabbed my friend and took him to his office. When he came back out my friend was so bruised that he fell to the ground. After that I never heard from him again. I think maybe he got rushed to a nurse and then who knows what happened after that well I know I don’t. Now I am too scared to step out of line or get drowsy because I could end up hurt and scarred for the rest of my life. At nightime in bed I keep thinking it is all a dream and the next day I will wake up and be with my family and friends, but day after day I wake up and start the first hour of my sixteen hour day at the hard, horrible mill. What did I do to deserve all this pain and punishment? I stand for so long bent over a table that my back is permanently arched over so I will never be able to stand up straight. Every day I get beaten at least twenty-two times a day most likely more. I absolutely dread not going to school or getting an education. Most people that go to school think it is dull and boring and wish they could do anything but that but for me it would be the greatest thing that ever happened in my horrible life time. One day I wish to have a family, kids and a husband and put a stop to all child labor around the world no child deserves it. I may be only ten but one day I have to stop child labor for the benefit of all children. One of the worst things about working in the mill is only getting one meal a day and that is porridge and I am allergic to porridge so one night I tried to smuggle some bread into my room but I got caught and beaten so badly that I have scares all over my weak and wimpy body. Why? Why me? My parents sold me here because they thought I would earn money to help them but I only get one cent for a sixteen hour day and that is barely enough. Why can’t they take me back? I thought this wouldn’t be so bad but I was wrong horribly wrong and one day I fear that I will end up rushed to a nurse and never heard of again.