My friend asked me to write a 100 words-ish monologue for her film's project. I missed the point of it entirely (hey, Communication! You and I should totally get to know each other sometime!) so this was unused but hey. For something dashed off in a couple minutes I think it's alright :-)
Every day I pry my eyes open, eat breakfast and march off to
school. I hang out with friends in the same old park or at the cinema where the
movies all seem to be interchangeable in their predictability. I come home to
where the view hasn’t changed since before my parents can remember, I eat, I slave
over my homework, and then collapse in bed. My days cycle through this routine
with a repetition that rivals the seasons for regularity and duplications of
each other. When I graduate I can go into business or …Is this all I can do?
Here is the finished film. Like my rooftop view? Too bad the trapdoor's always locked. Sigh.
Notice the monologue I ended up helping to rewrite. :-)
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