One Down

(Molly is an intelligent girl who’s very opinionated. She’s also socially average. She is giving an intervention to the schools popular girl.)

(walks to stool in center stage; sits down, puts hands on knees and leans forward)

(Bluntly) I don’t like you. That's just the plain and simple truth. I see you in the hall (Gesture down ‘hall’) and think to myself: “How can someone be that fake??” (Resigned) Then I look around and think that of every. other. single. person I see. But you... you... (Get off stool and pace) stick out in my mind. Maybe it’s cuz I knew you before. Before you were a heinous bitch. When you used to be a geek with thick glasses and your nose constantly in a book. (look hurt) You’ve With sarcastic pep) peppiness thing going on. (Disgusted) It sickens me. (Stop pacing) You (Point) sicken me. (Pace) With your plastic face covered in cancer causing chemicals and your painted hair. (stop pacing) Oh, and by the way no one is a natural platinum blonde with dark roots, get over it. Then there’s the fact that you wear (Number on fingers) jeans, an old t-shirt and HIGH HEELS?! It’s HIGH SCHOOL!!! Not the time for tortuous footwear!! Geez just think a little. And why do you think you can flirt your way through classes? You cutely complain about every assignment in every class, as if you think some teacher is going to feel (over acted sympathy) so much pity that(outrage and horror) people agree with you. Your stupid little (pompous) entourage believes you. (Pace) All these girls who can’t, or won’t, think for themselves worship the ground your stilettos touch. They adapt your personality just like a chameleon can change its color. They can copy your emotions to a T. Doesn’t that creep you out? They strive to be exactly like you. From the annoying little fluctuations of your voice to your (Sarcastic) totally original sense of style. (Dripping sarcasm) Your mini-sluts consider you to be godlike and perfect in every way. And you, of course, ultimately follow someone else. It’s a never ending cycle ofPause) Besides your little cult following, there are the boys in your life. I hate to break it to you honey, but, guys think of you as... an obstacle to conquer or as an attractive accessory, like your Prada bag. They say stuff that sounds all sincere and shit, but then you see him high five-ing his friends, and it’s most likely because you let him go all the way. Don’t you want to drop your conformist charade? The next time some jackass says something totally idiotic and lewd, don’t fight the urge to slap him, DO IT! (Get excited) Then run away, laughing maniacally (Laugh maniacally, cut short, compose self) Think of how great that would feel! (Pause and ) How do you live with yourself? Do you understand the lie that you’re living? Do you realize how pathetic you are now? (Pause and gaze intently) You know? I think you do. Deep down I think you hate this stereotype you’ve become. And that gives me hope that maybe you can turn your life around. Maybe, if I had the guts to say this to your face, you would realize the err of your ways. And then I would end this harsh lecture on a high note. I might take you to my house and we could make chocolate cake. Then eat all of it while watching Monty Python. I’d introduce you to all of my friends, so that you can see how real people act. As I would, hypothetically, see you thrive in you new environment I would think to myself: One down. (bow head)