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by Jo from Scotland | in writing, fiction
Libby is centre stage. She has just got home. She ran straight up to her room and chucked her bag on the bed.
(On stage)
Libby = I'm so sick of school. It's boring and the teachers try to make you grow up too fast. We have been doing careers just now and I don't know what I want to do when I'm older so I don't know which subjects to choose.
She lets out a huge sigh.
(Off Stage)
Mum= Libby, you better be doing that homework!
She looks annoyed because she's having such a hard time and her mum doesn't even know.
(On Stage)
Libby= That's another thing, I've so much homework, I could make a house out of homework jotters, and my friends keep arguing and I'm stuck in the middle.
(Off Stage)
Mum= Chicken Tikka for tea, Libby.
(On Stage)
Libby= Not again!
(Off Stage)
Mum= Why not you'll probably want something fancy like fish and chips.
(On Stage)
Libby= what's that?
Libby has been so used to having foreign food she doesn't even know the foods that are from her own country.
My story is about a girl who is having such a hard time and her mum doesn't even know. Just like the real life of a teenager.
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