Does anyone know any good acting pieces for a young female?

Question:I am having trouble finding pieces/monologues for females, ages 13 to 18...most of the websites only have a couple of the same generic parts... thank you!

laila

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: I am having trouble finding pieces/monologues for females, ages 13 to 18...most of the websites only have a couple of the same generic parts... thank you!

laila

Original Piece by Jennifer Godwin
Character: Jenn
Gender: Female
Age (range): 13-21
Style: Drama
Length: 2 minutes
Background Info: The teenage girl is chatting with her friend on the phone making fun of a school outcast just before tragedy strikes.
Did you see what Susan Benning was wearing last week? How Gothic can you get? (pause) Well, try being her neighbor! Last saturady she came by my house to ask if I wanted to see some new exhibit called " the Forgotten History Of Pilgrims" (pause) I know! Snore City! (pause) Of course I told her no! I can't risk my reputation by hanging out with that nut! I mean...she's nice and all but sometimes you have to draw a line (pause) Augh, hang on! Call waiting. (presses a button on the phone and puts it back to her ear) Hello? (pause) Oh... Hi,Mrs. Benning (pause). No, my mom isn't here can I take a mess (pause) What? (in shock) SS..Susan what? (trying to register what she has been told) Calm down, Mrs. Benning! What happened? (pause) Was she in an accident? (pause) (shock) SSS..SSuicide? Oh my god. (pause) Um, yeah. I'll tell my mom... bye. (presses a button on the phone and holds it to her ear) (talks softly on the verge of tears) Mindy? I..aa..have to call you back. (pause) I don't want to talk about it (pause) (sudden anger) I said I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!! (hangs up phone).

Original Piece by Danica Herbert
Character: Chrissy Jones
Gender: Female
Age (range): Teens
Style: Drama
Length: 2 minutes
Background Info: This is a girl that had expectations of becoming something in her future.Not too out spoken or quiet.She has an urban kind of accent going on and she is on her way home because she had a half day. She is explaining how she died.
One day me and my friend Carmen were walkin' home from school, it was early, elementay school always get half days, of course the drug dealers were on the corner (even though they shoulda been in school). They were havin' an argument about someone stealin' someone's bag. Me and Carmen we aint pay them no mind we just went in the store like we usually do to get our candy and chips.

We were comin' out the store and heard yellin' and a sound as loud as thunder and the next thing I knew I was lyin face down on the ground surrounded by a puddle of blood and then I remember hearin' someone say "she's gone". If only these guys woulda been in school this woulda never happened. These guys don't even realize that they took the life of a daughter, sister, friend, and student all at once. Know what I wanted to be when I got older? I wanted to be a police officer so I could take all the bad guys like drug dealers off the streets, aint it funny that the same people I wanted to stop took my life?! I mean they took everything all my hopes, my dreams, gone;just like that,as fast as a speeding bullet.

Under Siege by G.L.Horton
Character: Judy
Gender: Female
Age (range): Young Teen
Style: Comedy
Length: 1 minute
Background Info: Judy, a perky pregnant twelve year old, can't believe it's for real. She's chewing gum and blowing bubbles while she talks to her counselor.
Every time I had sex I took one of my Mom's pills, so I don't understand how I got pregnant. It shouldn't happen. I haven't even got my periods, yet. My brother was sure-- a girl can't get pregnant until she has the curse. So we figured it was OK, no harm done just to fool around. Wrong! When my Mom first caught us, she made all sorts of noise. Rants and raves and threats and stuff. Then she kind of calmed down and laughed it off. But then when I started throwing up she made me get a pregnancy test. But a test can be a mistake, can't it? I mean, they're not 100 percent perfect. I'm too young to get pregnant. I'm just a kid. I don't even have anything up top!

theplayinmyhead by Jamilla Touré
Character: Sora
Gender: Female
Age (range): Teens
Style: Drama
Length: 2 minutes
Background Info: This is simply a character speaking of the realities of the darker side of adolescence. The character has no accent. the character is talking to a psychologist, the events leading up to the monologue are pretty much her entire life.
They try to label us, but they try in vain. We are label-less. We are not popular. But we are social. We are not outcasts. But we stand apart. We are not intelligent. We are deep. We are not silly, we are free.

The only thing we have in common with them are the masks we wear. But ours are darker. Ours are sliced in half. Like our wrists. Like our hearts.

They call us punks, or goths, or simply freaks. Because of the things we do, the clothes we wear. Our self-mutilation. Done by knife or needle or ink. It doesn’t matter. To them it’s just a game. If they get game-over, they can start again.

To us it’s simply life. To us, game over is the only escape. Yet, at the same time, game over is the cowardly way, and we scorn, spit on it till our tainted saliva seeps through the false fabric.

All these little things we do. Like piercing our bodies. Like tainting our skin. Like giving our bodies freely to those that we think care.

These little things we do. Like pulling the knife across our skin and watching the blood well up over the skin and overflow, spilling.

These little things we do, like writing stories of death, and drawing pain in it’s purest form. They are simply declarations. I am Sora. We are here. Here is now. Now is hell. But then I figure, might as well make hell as pretty as heaven.

Original Monologue by Kristi Goodwin
Character: Dakota
Gender: Female
Age (range): 13-18
Style: Drama
Length: 2 minutes
Background Info: She is a girl going through a tough time. She has finally cracked and can't hold her pain in any longer. She's a sister that isn't afraid of her brother anymore. She is going through a lot of denial and is trying to blame anyone she can. She's talking to her mother, father, and brother. Very strictly and she's very upset.
I will never call you my brother again, as long as I live! I will never forget all those nights I laid awake afraid that you're going to sneak in and kill me. You've always told me I'm better off dead. And, if anyone asks about you, I'll tell them how you treated me.

I remember all those days you put your hands around my throat and slid me up the wall. I'll never forget how Mom and Dad never saw it, even if they were home. I'll never forget how hard I cried when you asked me how I wanted to die, or how you had a knife to my throat.

Mom, I blame you! It's all your fault! It's all your fault for denying that he did that! You know he did. You know everything about it. You wouldn't stop it! You knew that I lived in fear, and you didn't do anything about it. You acted as if he was perfect! You knew he wasn't! Dad, why didn't you stop him? I know you tried. You tried to your full potential. Yet, you let Mom stop you. She was crying. I remember. I know I was merely a child. I was only 8 or 9. I remember how you and mom got into a quarrel.

And, I am not afraid of you anymore. Oh, no. Not anymore. Never! Never again will you even be considered my brother! I don't care if you have my last name! I'll never treat you with respect out of fear. I want to treat you how you did me. I definitely won't forget the fights he got you two in! The fights that almost lasted for days, even weeks. I hated the screaming and yelling. Sometimes, it affected me greater than you might think. I even got into self mutilation for a while and watched myself bleed. Over this! Over this pathetic fighting! Walk away, I don't care! I'll show you these scars, and yet...they still mean nothing! I will never forgive any of you, Mom or Dad. I'll never forget the fear I had to live in and how you guys still favored him. How you ignored my pain. Thank you, Mom, thank you, Dad. It only made me stronger.

Original Piece by G.E.
Character: Asterick
Gender: Female
Age (range): Teens
Style: Drama
Length: 2 minutes
Background Info: Asterick is in her bedroom. She has just gotten home from a date with a new guy from school, and he had just asked her out that night. She thinks she's in love with him, and has accepted. She is laying down on her back on her bed thinking.
He's so wonderful. Perfect even. He plays on the baseball team, gets good grades, is polite, and just everything you could ever want. I can't believe he asked me out of all the girls at school to be his girlfriend. I mean why wouldn't he? Sure I'm not the prettiest girl, and I'm probably not the smartest, but I'm pretty decent looking and not brain dead. I still can't believe it though. I'm pretty lucky to have a boy like that in love with me, and of course I love him.

It's going to be so nice knowing that someone loves me, and will hold me when i'm upset, and make all of my problems go away. I feel I could marry him tomorrow. That's how much I love him. I would trust him with my life. (short pause, sits up alert) Or could I? How much do I really know about him? I've never met his parents and I guess I don't know what he does out of school, after practice, or when he's not with me. What if he's a two-timer? Telling me he loves me and kissing me while, at the same time, making plans to go out with some other girl after he's dropped me off. I don't know his motives. Does he really love me? Or is he saying it to get into my pants?

What if all his perfection is just an act? I don't know how I would be able to tell, I haven't seen him as anything else. I haven't met his parents or his siblings, and I guess to be honest I don't know where he lives. Does he like animals? Is he a perfect son? Does he have any interests out of school, baseball, parties, and girls? I couldn't tell you. (sits back a little more relaxed) What am I getting so excited about? I don't know if any of that awful stuff is true. Why would he lie to me? He's so nice and wonderful I can't imagine him being a liar. He's never done anything to make me distrust him or to hurt me. True, I've only known him for a month, but isn't that enough time to know someone and trust them completely? Yes, yes of course it is!

I'm so silly at times. (becomes a little perplexed) Then again, maybe it's really not. What am I talking about? I'm confusing myself now. Why must I ruin something so good by thinking about it. I guess I'll sleep on it and worry about it later. But...I guess the truth is, if you asked me who I'm in love with. I wouldn't be able to tell you

Cold Blooded Murderer by Pen Wilson
Character: Elizabeth
Gender: Female
Age (range): 15-17
Style: Drama
Length: 3 minutes
Background Info:Elizabeth is being interviewed by two police officers. She has just confessed to murdering 6 girls.
You want to know, I suppose, what turns a nice little girl like me into a cold blooded murderer. You want the truth? You want to know why I did it? Why I killed all those girls? It’s because I like it. I don't expect you to understand what it’s like. You have no idea. To hold someone’s life in your hands. To be in control.

There’s always that moment of acknowledgement between a killer and their victim. That instant when she realizes your power, and she looks at you and you look at her, and she pleads with her eyes. She begs for mercy, for her life. And you have a split second to decide: To save her, well that’s great. You could give her her life back, give her back to her family and friends, the people that love her. But to kill her... That’s something different. To remove her from this earth, to take away the thing that most value above all: Her life. Now that’s real power. None of these girls deserved their lives. Look at them! The musician, the actor, the writer, the dancer, the artist, the model. None of them appreciated what they had. They were the best. And that meant nothing to them. I’ve never been the best. Always smart, but never the smartest. Pretty, but never the prettiest. Talented, but never the most talented. But despite all this, I always thought I was special. I thought there was something inside me, lurking within, that would make me great. I’ve never been content with the idea of simply living my life, dieing, and being forgotten. That’s just not me. I want to be remembered for my achievements. And I will be, won't I? sure, you're disgusted by what I’ve done. You're horrified, you think I'm a monster. But I can guarantee that you're not going to go home to your boring lives and just forget me. Oh no. I'm willing to bet I'll be on your mind for quite some time.

I used to think I could find other ways to be recognized. I wanted to be famous for a while. But then I realized how stupid that is. People would want to be me, without really knowing what that means. Then I thought of being a lawyer... Me! I thought, ‘if I save lives, people will worship me.’ But I realized, not long ago now, not long before I killed for the first time, that saving people isn't enough. I could save the lives of one hundred people, and they would be grateful, and so would their families and friends. But what about everyone else? They'd see me on the news and think, ‘Huh. That’s nice.’ Then change the channel to something else. But what if I killed just one person . and not just kill them, brutally murder them. With my bare hands, staring them right in the eye. Not for revenge, not for personal gain, because I like killing. People would pay attention then. The whole world would stop, with me in the center. Everyone looking at me.

And I know what you're all thinking. I can see the looks on your faces. You think I'm just an attention seeking little kid, but I'm not. I just want someone to notice me. All my life I’ve stayed in the background. There’s always been that one student who gets better marks than me, That one teacher who makes me feel stupid, that one friend who always shuts me down, that one parent who’s not interested, that one sibling who overshadows my achievements with theirs. And nobody even cares. I just want you to think. And don't act like this doesn't apply to you, sergeant, cause it does. You're just the sort to do it. You've done it to me... Next time you're going to put someone down, point out their faults, make them feel stupid, be-little them, think about me, then think about them, and what they could do to you. How much would you respect them if they had their hands around your neck, and they had the choice: To release their grip on your throat, or to just keep pressing. Think about it.

Wrong and Ready by Greta Zehner
Character: Gretchen
Gender: Female
Age (range): 13-17
Style: Comedy
Length: 2 minutes
Oh, my gosh. I think I’ve just come up with the best theory. Teenage life sucks. That’s it. I mean, once you hit 13, your life just goes (rocket). All the adults are like "I loved being a teenager!" Ha, sure. Well, I’m sorry but this isn’t "Sunshine 70’s" anymore. They’re just trying to make us feel better. And the little kids are like "I can’t wait to be a teenager! It would be so fun much to be older!" Haha, no you don’t. No, you really don’t.

Okay, first of all, you’re in Middle School when it all starts to happen. For some weird reason, it seems like when you’re a teenager, all your friends start to turn on you. I mean, at first they’re like "Hey, best friend!" and you know, you do the regular things like hang out and stuff. And then once you leave, they go around gossiping "Oh, my gosh, did you know that Gretchen made out with Justin at movies... oh yeah, it was definitely tongue," (what expression) I don’t even know a Justin! Then, there’s puberty. Actually, I’m not even gonna get into that.

And then there's high school, the black-hole of all teenage life. Once you get there, everything starts to fall apart. First, everyone expects you to be this pencil thin stick or you’re considered "fat", but when you are that thin, they just go spreading around that your anorexic! And all through high school, it’s nothing but college this or college that, and the college-councilors are not much help about it. They’re like "You fail! You lose! You fail at life! You better memorize the phrase 'You want fries with that?'! Grrr! I hate them! I wish they’d die!!!! (Sigh) Where was I? Oh yeah, life sucking. You know what, I'm tired of complaining. So, I just say two things to say: Adults, you’re wrong, and kids, get ready.

It's Obvious by Courtney Wells
Character: Alicia
Gender: Female
Age (range): 15-18
Style: Drama
Length: 2 minutes
Background Info: Alicia is a confused girl who is into drugs and alcohol and she is confronting her councelor at rehab why she does all this. She lets everything out, she's very cocky.
You want to know why I do all that... why I can't be normal and have a clean life. well it is because I had no clean life, my mom drinks, my dad does drugs and he is abusive. You look so suprised. I wouldn't if I were you. I do all the things they do, I learned from them! So why don't you call them in and see what they have to say about that! I know what they'll say, they'll say "we never did any of that... she's making that up so she can get attention. But, i have proof that they do!

Call them at 9 tonight, they'll be either high or drunk. then you'll call me back in and you'll apologize for everything. But you say no I won't do that. But.. but you will, you'll want to see why I am so 100% on this and that is why. My mom will pick up and she'll say "Home of the best pancakes!! Can i help you?" You'll be wierded out but you'll know it's her and you'll ask her if I am around and when she says she's out, you'll ask her everything, alcohol, abuse,drugs. She'll say, "You are crazy, do you get that, she wants attention.

Dare you call at 9 tonight then tomorrow you'll call me back in and you will apologize for everythin, but you'll say why am I drinking and doing drugs. I'll tell you, it's so I can have a real family, the "druggies and drunks" everyone hates are the ones that hangout with me and chill with me evry night. So do that all and I will prove that to you. Goodbye.

Try www.monologuearchive.com, which has plenty of comedic, dramatic, and classic monologues for women, men, and children. If this isn't what you're looking for, then there are hundreds of monologue books out there! Good luck finding and performing!

Various people, in India, especially from Dehadun, India.