(Sits in front of the tombstone)

Hey mum. Remember the time where we use to sit and talk about everything and anything? I miss those times.
I remember once, when I was in primary one, the first day I went to school. I was so scared! I didn’t dare to let go of your hand and walk into school! Hah, it was hilarious.

Oh oh! And when I was a little older and kept asking you to help me take a cup of water and all that. Yar, I know, I was lazy! You can’t blame me; I was tired at that time okay! And that happened like so long time ago. It felt like it was just yesterday. Oh wells, time does pass by fast.

Oh, and there was this time too. I think it was my 12th birthday when I went out with my friends to celebrate. It was my PSLE year, and I said that I was going out with them till like 6pm and you told me be home for dinner. And I didn’t come home till 2am the next morning. You blew your top and took the cane and wanted to whack me. I ran around the whole house and took my bag and locked you inside and I ran over to my friend’s house.
I so knew I was gonna get it from you once I came home. And well, I did come home and all you said was, “where did you go to?” and I said my friend’s house and walked to my room. You didn’t even scold me or anything. I thought you were kinda weird and all, but you weren’t cos you seem normal? I couldn’t really see the problem. Maybe it was just me. I just didn’t really understand you.

Oh, and once I got into secondary school, life changed. A lot. Drastic changes. I didn’t actually think it would happen to me. I became rebellious? More rebellious. Going out in the wee hours, and only coming home the next morning to change, and to go back to school. You even had to come down once, cos I was fighting with one of my classmates just because she scolded me. And also, the time when I stole one of my classmate’s phone and got caught by that OM person from my school. I bet she hates me to the core; I’m always the one giving her all those problems and all. Oh well, who cares anyway. And the teacher thought I was weird, looking all depressed. Cutting my wrist, always thinking about suicide and made me talk to the counselor! I’m FINE, how can I be depressed, it’s just cutting the wrist, what more? To them, cutting your wrist means you’re depressed, what type of inference is that? I don’t get those teachers. They’re weird.

(Moves over to the side of the tombstone and lies down on it)

Oh mum, another thing. I’m pregnant with a child! Are you happy? But the thing is, I don’t know who the father is. Is it…? Or is it….? I can’t remember. All I remember was, me waking up, lying naked on the bed and the sun shining on my face, not knowing what happened the night before. Well, since I got this baby, what should I do? Should I keep it? Or should I abort it? I think I should keep it…Shouldn’t I? It’s my child after all. Even though I may not know who the real father is, but still, I want to bring up this child. I can’t abort it and let this little life here in my tummy die. Yeah, I shall keep it, it’s the best I can do. But wait, who’s going to help me? How am I going to bring this child up? I’ve got no experience or anything! Mum, I need help. Now you left me and I know what it feels like being a mother. Having the responsibility to bring this child up! I don’t have the skills or anything! Mum! I really need you.

But mum, I have to say this, I’m really sorry for all I have done, you may say all your scoldings and spankings are for my own good and all, but most of all, I would like to say, mum, thank you very much and and. I’m sorry mum, I really am.

-end-
yeah. tht was my re-edited monologue (: i'm gonna use it for the exams! and it's time for MUGGING ! x) GOODBYE.