Megan+B

Here is my monologue!

Ouch. Yesterday my friend broke her leg. I was almost fined 3 pence for waiting her to arrive. But she never did. Tears dripped down my face as I pulled away to get back to work. My name is Lucy. Lucy Button. I am 13 and live in England. More specifically, Rutland. I work in my father’s textile mill. While I work longer hours then everyone, I don’t get paid because of my father. The others don’t get fed much so I steal as much as I can from my father’s banquet. It doesn’t help though. I hope to be a baker and sell bread to the poor and have free food for the ones who need it. It’s hard to believe that this will happen when I may end up in a wheelc hair for standing up to long. I have to stay positive. This morning, the machine that makes the air flow broke down. Little children were coughing and I couldn’t bear it. I sent them home and knew I was going to be punished for it. Later that day my father found me and started yelling at me. It was so loud I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He started pushing me against the wall.