"Ok, Alecia your turn to deliver your monologue." Miss Carter picked up a pen and scribbled some notes onto a sheet of paper.
"Actually Miss, I'm going to be doing a joint monologue with Hollie."
The class suddenly became very awake and attentive.
"Oh.. A little unconventional but...please go ahead."
Alecia got up from her desk and walked to the front.
"As you can see," Alecia began, "Hollie is not standing up here with me. But she will be. My monologue is called 'Stupid Girls'.
Girls are ridiculous. I should know. I am one. But the girls I'm talking about are the ones who enter that stupid stereotype of pink and petty. They wear revealing clothes and bleach their hair so blonde they damage themselves with the chemicals. They coat themselves in make up and tan like a mask. They are obsessed with losing weight because one person told them they weren't good enough. Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there, laughing so loud so all the little people stare. Looking for daddy to pay for their champagne. Drop a name.
Me? I don't know. I'm not one of them but I know a girl, just like that. She dreamed of being a celebrity, of living that lifestyle and marrying a hot teen pop star. I mean come on! What happened to the dreams of a girl president? She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent. They travel in packs of two or three with their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny weeny tees. Where have the smart people gone?! I look at the girls who couldn't be anymore deluded."
"I should know." Hollie said, walking through the door. The whole class were in stunned silence. It was definitely Hollie but she had brown hair and was wearing jeans, converses and a hoodie with no make up on her face. She was three shades lighter and she was beautiful.
"They don't see the damage they're causing, thinking: Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back, push up my bra like that.... I don't want to be a stupid girl. And I hope you don't either because you don't need the make up. You don't need the revealing clothes or the guys hanging round you like flies. I thought I did. But I don't. I'm not completely happy with me, in fact I'm a little obsessive with being perfect. I had dreams of being famous. Of marrying a star who, yes, turned out to be gay. But, our aspirations should be so much bigger than that. We shouldn't take the easy way out because we are beautiful, even if we don't see it and we deserve to dream big and not have our dreams mocked. I want to be a lawyer. Don't judge me for that or doubt I can do it. Have you watched Legally Blonde? It's just a film but it shows we can be anybody and do anything."
Hollie walked over to Alecia and they faced the class. Hollie rolled up her sleeves and took a breath,
"Disease's growing, it's epidemic. I'm scared that there isn't a cure. The world believes it and I'm going crazy. I cannot take any more!"
Alecia straightened her jacket, the only sound in the room being the squeak of leather on leather before she took Alecia's hand and continued.
"I'm so glad that I'll never fit in. That will never be me. Outcasts and girls with ambition, that's what I wanna see. Disasters all around, world despaired, their only concern 'will they **** up my hair?' It's absolutely ridiculous."
The two girls, so incredibly different from two different worlds and ways of life, spoke in unison:
"We don't want to be famous, but we do want to do something amazing."
Hollie stepped forward and concluded.
"I was acting badly, I was dressing badly, I wasn't seeing what I could be. For crying out loud, I wanted to get a boob job just to make a guy jealous! But uh... now I know what I don't want to be. I don't want to be a stupid girl"