When you have your own room, any mess is all your’s as well.
MY OWN ROOM Duologue
By Michele Lourie c 2017
Two actors seated on carpet covered with extraneous objects – amongst them a school uniform and a diary.
Actor 1: Why do we always have to clean our room on a Saturday? I wanted to go and visit Sasha.
Actor 2: Sasha probably wouldn’t be able to see you because she has to clean her room today as well.
(pause as they move things around)
Actor 1: I can’t wait until I get my own room then I won’t have to put up with your mess.
Actor 2: My mess? Most of the stuff lying around belongs to you.
Actor 1: Ha, ha, ha! That’s a joke. Who’s is this?
(holds up uniform)
Actor 2: Your’s. Look at the label. It’s your’s not mine.
Actor 1: (looks)OK, I’ll give you that one. But what about this?
(holds up diary)
Actor 2: (snatches it) My diary. My private diary. You haven’t been reading it, have you?
Actor 1: Who’d want to read a whole lot of rubbish about ‘you-know-who’?
Actor 2: You have been reading it, you sneak!
Actor 1: Well you took my Valentine cards and showed them to everyone at school. Who’s the sneak now?
Actor 2: They were the soppiest things ever. Why would you want them anyway?
Actor 1: I’m going to tell Mum and Dad how you were up until midnight reading under the blanket with a torch.
Actor 2: Then I’ll tell them how you climbed out the window to meet Sasha for a midnight snack.
Actor 1: You wouldn’t!
Actor 2: Just watch me.
THEY SPEAK IN UNISON: Why can’t I have my own room?
