This was my first attempt at a monologue. It is very over the top and was written in the back of my exercise book, in an English lesson.

Scene 1: The scene opens in a park. A man dressed in a tuxedo is sitting gazing up at the sky, whilst holding a small brown bottle of pills in his hand.

Steve: The clouds, they look so tranquil today. Tranquil, today of all days.
           
(Turns and talks to audience.)

You may be wandering why I am sitting here. Here on a park bench, in a tuxedo and freshly polished shoes. Many people have asked me that question today and forever I will give the same answer, marriage. Today on August the 16^th 1999, I was meant to be getting married. To her. To my only love. To Laura.
   The preparation began months ago, yet the love has been there from high school. I met her on her first day at that school. She was talking to some girls she had already made friends with. She had long fair hair and a slender body. She was overwhelmingly attractive. I decided to go over to her and introduce myself. I took a deep breath, swung my arms and marched over to her in such a way that made me look like I had a problem with my groin. I stood beside her and in the manliest way possible said, "Hi." She laughed and walked off. I never forgot that moment and the way she tried to keep a straight face, before bursting into hysterics. She had a wonderful smile, but her father was a dentist and so I put it down to that. I knew from that point, I was in love with her.
    Time moved on and I had many encounters with her, the most memorable was the shed. A secret rendezvous had been arranged in the shed in the biology gardens.  I was in that dark damp musty shed for at least half an hour before I heard footsteps approach.  The door slowly creaked open but paused half way and a quiet voice said, "close your eyes." I did as asked and puckered up. I heard somebody come in and the door shut behind them. Almost at once I felt the breath mint in my mouth being sucked away from its lodgings beneath my tongue. Afterwards I opened my eyes to see that my love had been replaced by Beryl Newt. I screamed and ran in a fit of mental torture out of the shed and out the school gates. She's still the only girl I know whose breath smells of shoe polish.
   I got over that strange meeting and like a lovesick fool, continued to show my feelings to Laura, in order to date her. I did, several times in fact and soon we built up a stable relationship. There was always one problem though, men. No matter whom she dated, she'd always flirt and taunt them. I got so jealous. I went red in the face and on more than one occasion, confronted members of the school rugby team, and needless to say, came off worse. Tackling a six foot high solid brick wall with the might of me, the school gardening champion, is not the most intelligent thing I've done, next to being part of certain shed rendezvous.
    We spent a lot of time together. We went on a lot of picnics to this very park. We used to lye on the grass and stare at the clouds. Well I did, Laura was to busy staring at the naked tops of male sport students. At times I thought she loved me. At times I thought she hated me. Still, no matter how she treated me I still loved her.
    The proposal came and was somewhat planned. I had worried myself sick over it. We met on a mild day and I walked with her to this very bench. It was autumn last year and the brown and golden leaves were slowly falling on the ground, especially from the big oak just here.

(Points to left of bench.)

I sat looking at her and noticed them falling behind her. A light wind blew as I got down onto one knee and produced a sapphire and diamond ring. I had worked for two years as a muck spreader on the potato farm nearby, for two years to save up enough money. But the look in her light blue eyes was definitely worth it. I went extremely red and she said yes. We threw ourselves together and hugged for what seemed an eternity.
    There isn't much to say about the planning as we both did our fair share. When it came to my stag night, Dan, my best friend and best man, had arranged a stripper. Most of the boys knew her from Safeway's, as the girl on checkout twelve and gave her some stick with jokes based around frozen vegetables. Saying that though, we all had a good time. My mind was somewhat distracted. I was thinking about the doubts that Laura sad she was having. She worried over them, all brides worry or so they say, but I should have realised what would happen. I was too stupid. I should have realised.

(Begins to cry. He slowly regains himself, but as he continues always has a tear in his eyes.)