Your assignment is to write a one-person monologue based on a picture by Norman Rockwell.  It must be 400-500 words in length, typed or handwritten.  You will have two days to write and five days to practice before you perform.  The following monologue is an example based on the picture, Girl with Black Eye. 

		Tommy Friedman is the ickiest boy in the whole school.  He’s got a big round face that’s splattered with red freckles and two missing teeth in the front.  He likes to torment just about everyone on the playground, but his favorite target up until today has been me.  I first met him in kindergarten when he took the doll I was playing with and threw her down the slide.  She tumbled endlessly blond head over black patent leather shoes until she landed in a puddle at the bottom.  I was horrified.  He just stuck out his tongue and ran.  
		The next year, in first grade, he stepped it up a notch by giving me a shove down the slide.  It was a hot, sticky August, and the backsides of my legs screeched a good twelve inches down the slide before my sweaty body caused me to stick halfway down.  Feeling like I was being broiled alive like fishsticks on a cookie sheet, I screamed for my life.  Old Miss McCormick told me to stop being overly dramatic and just scoot my way down.  Second and third grade was much the same as Tommy purposefully threw his hopscotch rock at my head and spun the carousel so fast I fell off, then stood up and walked like a drunken sailor right into the tetherball pole, and finally puked from being so dizzy.  
		Of all the boys in our school, I figured he’d be in prison before he got out of grade school.  Unfortunately, the slimey cheese ball never got caught.  The injustice of it all came to a head today.  
		Everyone knows boys have cooties.  The fact that they like to spread them by touching you and running away is purely revolting from a female standpoint.  Tommy Friedman, of course, is the biggest cootie factory of them all.  As Teresa Wixom and I were playing jacks, I saw him approach out of the corner of my eye.  “Tommy Friedman, if you come one step closer I’m going to bean you with this large bouncy ball!”  He knew I was serious, turned, and walked away.  
		When my bouncy ball rolled away from me while attempting five around the world, I discovered he really hadn’t left, but was lurking around the corner of the school.  I bent over to get my ball and Tommy Friedman jumped out and landed a sloppy wet kiss right on my mouth.  Instinctively, I grabbed a red shock of hair with my left hand and with my right fist hit him directly in the nose.  Before I knew it, all the pent-up aggressions I had of Tommy Friedman exploded in a pummeling of his face.  About the same time his knee accidentally whacked me in the eye, Old Miss McCormick broke up the melee.  Tommy was bawling, blood gushing from his nose. 
		I know I’m going to get in big trouble for this, but for all it’s worth, Tommy Friedman got what he deserved.