My Dramatic Monologue

I had to write a dramatic monologue for school. Preston was my inspiration: well, actually my monologue is pretty much taken word for word from Preston (more of it is actually in Portuguese, but it was written for an English class, so I translated).

The Drive There
Did you see that bird in the tree? That tree over there.
It’s all gone. Bye bye birdy. The birdy is all gone.
That’s a church. That’s our church, mommy! We go to church today?
No! We don’t go to church today. I go to nursery—Sundays, mommy.
Look at the mountains! I see BYU on the mountain.
Do you see BYU on the mountain, mommy? Daddy at BYU?
Daddy is at BYU. Are we going to BYU? I wanna go to BYU.
Can I go to school too? I want to go to school with mommy.
Can I touch the motos at BYU? Can I count the motos?
Yes, I can count the motos! Do you want to count them too?
Does Daddy want to count them? Wow, a bus is coming! It’s coming!
Mommy, it’s not a big bus! It’s a school bus! A school bus, mommy!
I see the temple! Not a church! It’s the temple. It’s far away.
Where’d the temple go mommy? Where did it go? Oh, I see it!
Temple is behind the tree mommy! There it is. I can see it.
Baby is crying, mommy. She wants a song. Can we sing a song?
Let’s sing her “ohh, ohh, ohhh.” “Ohh, ohh, ohh,” Sing mommy.
She’s singing too. She’s happy mommy. She likes the song.
We’re at BYU! I see BYU. Where is Daddy? Here he comes.
Hi Daddy! Can I go to school too? I want to go to BYU. Let’s go to BYU.