A Talk in the Park

1) What are the facts about your character?

Beryl from the script is a young women in her twenties who has recently broken up with her ex-boyfriend because he ended up beating Beryl up and she ended up with a fractured skull. Now, her ex-boyfriend is trying to get her back and wrote her a letter.

2) What does my character say about herself/himself? (Direct from script)

Beryl states that 'normally I don't mind too much' about people coming up to her to talk, which shows how she can be kind and a great listener. However, when Beryl received the letter, she needed to concentrate and decipher it.

Beryl also mentions in her long speech how she has an attitude towards her ex-boyfriend by calling him names during their fight. Therefore, she stands up for herself and is determined to make her point clear and win any discussion.

3) What do others say about my character?

Charles, the guy that Beryl starts talking to thinks that she is a typical young women who always has boyfriend troubles and does not take life seriously. He thinks that she is immature to be talking to him about it. In other words, Charles believes Beryl is a complete stuck-up girl who only cares about herself and her problems.

4) What does my character say about others?

Beryl thinks that Arthur is completely weird because he keeps on talking about his collections and he is annoying her.

Make a Difference Day! - Raising Awareness for Child Abuse

For Make a Difference Day, the Year 10 drama group decided to raise awareness towards Child Abuse and therefore produced a simple scene with the following script to be performed during Lunch time at the Lunch room.

Script:

My name is Chris. And I am three. My eyes are swollen, I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad. What else could have made, my daddy so mad? I wish were better, I wish I weren't ugly, then maybe my mummy, would still want to hug me. I can'y do anything wrong, I can't speak at all, or else im locked up, all day long.

When Im awake, im all alone. The house is dark, my folks aren't home. When my mummy does come home i'll try and be nice, then maybe i'll just get one whipping tonight. Sssssshh, hold on...I heard a car...my daddy is back from Charlie's bar. I hear him curse, my name is called, and i press myself against the wall and try to hide from his evil eyes. Im so afraid I start to cry. He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words. He hits me hard and yells at me more, I finally get free and run to the door. He's already locked it and I start to bawl. He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. The hurt and the pain, again and again. Oh, please god have mercy! Oh, please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, while I lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris. And I am three. Tonight, my daddy murdered me.