This is my monologue, i wrote for my school. It's real, and i just want to make sure, that it's right before i perform it!! It's not perfect but i would appreciate the help, and tips! =] thanks
"I never met you. But I know who you are, I've seen your picture a hundred different times, and every time I look at my sister Jessica, I know your there. She has the same dark brown hair, the same skin, she even has the same nose as you. It's like, I can't even explain it, I mean she even has the same birthmark that you did. How does that happen, how can she have the exact same birthmark, in the same place, as you. I honestly just don't understand life sometimes.
Anyways I have heard like two million stories about you, I could probably tell everyone here anything about you. I even know your favorite color, which by the way is blue. I know you loved to hunt and fish, and that you loved your parents, and all your brothers, and your sister. I know everything about you. I just don't know you.
My dad has told me the story over and over again, how it happened, who you were with, and where. He's told me about the party, how everyone was drunk, which is why I don't drink. He's told me about lath that he was the one driving that night, and how he was just as drunk as you. But you weren't the one driving, if you were things might be different. He lived and you didn't, how is that fair? If you were the one driving, y'all might not have driven off the road and into the pole, that killed you, and even if y'all did maybe you would be alive. My dad told me he saw it happen, everything, and how he jumped out of the truck and ran to you. He was only 13, but he understood, and he knew with out a doubt you wouldn't survive, he never told anyone but me about how they all laid you on the ground and how you tried to speak, but you couldn't. Every time I hear the story I cry. I cant not, you were only 18, I'll be that in less than 6 months.
Why did you get in the car? Did you even consider the consequences? And how it would effect everyone else? I'm not saying it's your fault, but when you died, grand mama and grandad changed, or so that's what I hear. (pause) Were you scared? Or did you know everything was gonna be OK? (pause)
You were my dads brother. Your my uncle Aubrey that died 8 years before I was born, it's been 25 years since your death and even though I don't know you, I miss you.. But I know where you are, and I know that one day I will meet the wonderful caring, absolutely perfect uncle I've heard so much about. "