I hate this shit. (Pause).
No, I don't mean questions. I mean this whole damn place. (Pause).
Yeah, I had a bad day. No, I can't stop cursing. God, you guys are a
bunch of fags, man. (Pause). No, not like "gay" fags. Like lame
asses. I just wanna get out of here, you know? (Imploring,
manipulative) You could help me right? You're harder on me than the
staff in my cottage. That's okay, I guess I deserve it sometimes. Maybe
its good for me. But shouldn't I be rewarded sometimes, when I do good?
(Pause). How? Like you could sign my Level 2 papers, get me a
later bed time, an extra phone call. If you sign, everyone else will,
because they look up to you. (Tone change) Yeah, I fought her
at lunch, but that's because she was in my face. It wasn't like I
AWOL-ed up to route 25 like Ebony did last week. She came back in a
stranger's car, did you hear? That was fucked up. (Pause). No,
I haven't seen my mom. Fucking social worker won't let me have a visit
with my brothers cuz they blamed me for them being in foster care or
something. Fucking lies. Mom doesn't believe me about her loverboy Rob,
though. (Pause). That he forced me to, you know... you fucking
study my file in bed at night! You know! Whatever. She chose fucking
him and now I'm stuck here with these 12 year olds and I can't do
anything. (Pause). Like normal things a 15 year old would do,
like go to the movies by myself. I don't want to be here till I'm 18. (Pause).
Plan? Well, my sister lives in North Carolina by this school, where you
can, like, finish high school but get college credits too. I wanna get
out and live with her and go to that school. (Pause) No, she
hasn't asked me yet. No, I haven't asked her yet. Whatever, I will, and
she'll say 'sure, come' but you people still won't let me out. (Pause).
Yeah, my social worker says she's been looking into it for me. No,
she's fucking useless, always on my ass about the boys. (Pause).
Like, 'don't talk to the boys, they're just trouble.' I'll fucking talk
to who I like. I don't want a disease, I ain't gonna be stupid. (Beat)
So, here's a question: what do I have to do to fucking leave? Break an
Olympic swimming record? (Beat) No, I don't know, why don't you
"enlighten" me? (Beat) What am I doing right now? I'm pretty
sure I'm wasting hours of my life that I'll never get back, talking
about bullshit. Yes, that is a problem. (Pause). I don't call
my mom. No, I just don't. (Pause) Pissed off. I hate this shit.
(Gets up, leaves, slams door).
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