And It Got Worse

And It Got Worse

By Dana Grapes
2008

NOTE: this is an ORIGINAL script that i had to write for my advanced drama class.
IF you use it, PLEASE credit me. This is my own original work.

Monologue (one person) Female.
Layla is a 17-year-old girl who has just come back from a date with a boy named Will. Her date was not at all what she expected.


(Lights Up)

Layla:
UGH! That had to be the worst date of my LIFE! Well, not so much the guy I was with; he was sweet. But seriously, everything that could have gone wrong…did.

Okay, first it was the fact that Will asked me out via text. I mean, who does that? But, he asked really sweetly, so I said yes. He's really cute too. You wouldn't even imagine.

As for tonight, nothing could have been worse. When will got to my house, my father answered the door; BAD IDEA. He questioned Will about things like after high school plans and where does he work. I felt like it went horribly, but Will thought it was, quote unquote, "just fine." I don't know, maybe I AM paranoid like my friends say I am.

Well, on our way to the restaurant, Will's truck got a flat tire. And it happened on a busy street, so I was really freaked out about getting run over. But we got it fixed in about 10 minutes.

At the restaurant, the hostess had lost his reservation, so we had to wait for about an hour. It wasn't that fun, but we did get to talk quite a bit. When we got our table and sat down, I swear I sat on something squishy. I really hope it was just pudding or something. Oh, and there was this couple sitting behind me with two little kids. One of the kids actually put gum in my hair! I had to cut that blue glob out of my hair.

After dinner, which went better than the rest of the night, something happened to me while we were eating our dessert. I don't really remember what happened; just that Will looked at me worriedly and said I needed to go to the hospital. I think it was allergies, like I had eaten something that I was allergic to in the food. But wasn't allergic to anything. So off we went to the hospital.

So there we were, the doctor, Will, and I, with a chunk of my hair gone. We found out that I am indeed allergic to something. I'm allergic to…one of my favorite things- peanut butter. It was in the dessert, apparently.

I was feeling nauseous because of the peanut butter, so I had to go home. Will thought the night was "adventurous" and slightly amusing at some points, but I think differently. It was a disaster. It was by far, the worst night of my life.

(Lights Down)