Call Me Zits Monologue

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Call me Zits. Everybody calls me Zits. That’s not my real name, of course. My real name isn’t important. This morning, I wake in a room I do not recognize. I often wake in strange rooms. It’s what I do. The alarm clock beeps at me. I know I didn’t set that thing. I always set alarm clocks to play wake-up music. Something good like the White Stripes or PJ Harvey or Yeah Yeah Yeahs or Kanye West. Something to start your brain, cook and guts, and get your favorite music, like Marvin Gaye or Blood, Sweat & Tears. Yes, there used to be a band called Blood, Sweat & Tears. I stand up when my mobile plays a wake up music, I put my clothes on, I go downstairs, I eat alone and I cycle to school alone. I do everything alone. I don’t know my …show more content…

Nobody talks to me, the only call me stupid Zits, dumb Zits or just Zits. While I’m sitting there, I see a man: dark clothes and sunglasses. A man across the street. A man who’s looking at me. The man walks towards me, looks at me again and he says quite friendly: “Come with me.”.
I looked up to the man and wondered why someone say something friendly to me.
“Come with me.” This time it doesn’t sound so friendly.
I whispered: “Who are you? What do you want?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am. It doesn’t matter what my name is.” He said a bit angry, but then he went on more friendly: “I’m going to help you out of this situation. You deserves better. I see you, I see who you are.” “You don’t know who I am. You know nothing about me! You’re just another person who hates me.” I screamed at him. “I know many about you. Your real name is James, but everybody calls you Zits. You’re fifteen years old and you hate everything here.” He said it like it’s normal to know this much about someone you don’t know.
“How d-do you k-know so much a-about me?”
“I observe people like you. That’s why I know so much. I even know you’re going to walk away from here. I’m going to help you with that. If you accept my offer I’ll see you Monday next week at four o’clock in the morning at the train

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