2 Minute Monologues for Teens | "Pinball Eyes" by Gabriel Davis
Pinball Eyes (Teen Female Monologue)
Comedic monologue from the play Almost 16 by Gabriel Davis
The salad eaters have accepted me. I know you don’t care. I know you think I’m selling out. But I am one with the salad eaters, the lettuce lovers, the kale connoisseurs. And I did it without sacrificing pizza. I did not put one green upon my tray. I sat down amongst them with my round cheese coated carb.
“Is that an entire pizza on your tray” a celery snob sniped.
“It’s an entire personal pan pizza,” I bit back.
Then I saw them all fight their longing, eyes averted from my pie. Classic pinball eyes. Pinball Eyes, commonly seen in shy boys in the presence of big racks. Eyes bounce around, everywhere but. That was these girls with my pizza.
(Singing) “No fair .. I really know that you love my pie, when you gimme those pinball eyes.” Not gonna lie. It felt delicious watching them squirm.
“Here beast” one girl said, throwing a candy bar in my direction. “It’s feeding time at the zoo.” Suddenly snickers erupted from all around the table. Not laughs, actual Snickers. They tossed a pile in front of me.
“Thanks,” I said, sweeping their candy insults into my bag. “I’ll enjoy these later. Right now, I need my mouth free to tell you this. Word around the cafeteria has it no sophomore has offered to drive y’all to Homecoming. If only you knew someone old enough to be a sophomore. Maybe a kindergarten flunky?”
I saw their eyes light up, and then their cucumber queen spoke “you’d drive us to the dance?” And I said, “It’s either me or your mom. Your call.” And that was it. No more insults, no more snickers. They began talking to me like a human.
At the lunch bell, I got a “See you tomorrow?” And I will. I know you don’t like it. But I have been offered a seat at the salad bar. And I am taking it.
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Related Monologues: Almost 16, Candy Girl
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Comedic monologue from the play Almost 16 by Gabriel Davis
The salad eaters have accepted me. I know you don’t care. I know you think I’m selling out. But I am one with the salad eaters, the lettuce lovers, the kale connoisseurs. And I did it without sacrificing pizza. I did not put one green upon my tray. I sat down amongst them with my round cheese coated carb.
“Is that an entire pizza on your tray” a celery snob sniped.
“It’s an entire personal pan pizza,” I bit back.
Then I saw them all fight their longing, eyes averted from my pie. Classic pinball eyes. Pinball Eyes, commonly seen in shy boys in the presence of big racks. Eyes bounce around, everywhere but. That was these girls with my pizza.
(Singing) “No fair .. I really know that you love my pie, when you gimme those pinball eyes.” Not gonna lie. It felt delicious watching them squirm.
“Here beast” one girl said, throwing a candy bar in my direction. “It’s feeding time at the zoo.” Suddenly snickers erupted from all around the table. Not laughs, actual Snickers. They tossed a pile in front of me.
“Thanks,” I said, sweeping their candy insults into my bag. “I’ll enjoy these later. Right now, I need my mouth free to tell you this. Word around the cafeteria has it no sophomore has offered to drive y’all to Homecoming. If only you knew someone old enough to be a sophomore. Maybe a kindergarten flunky?”
I saw their eyes light up, and then their cucumber queen spoke “you’d drive us to the dance?” And I said, “It’s either me or your mom. Your call.” And that was it. No more insults, no more snickers. They began talking to me like a human.
At the lunch bell, I got a “See you tomorrow?” And I will. I know you don’t like it. But I have been offered a seat at the salad bar. And I am taking it.
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Related Monologues: Almost 16, Candy Girl
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