It is often difficult to find monologues that are suitable for teenagers. A lot of monologues often fit into either the children’s monologues category or else are aimed at adults and contain a lot of complex language, or are just generally not be suitable. So here is a list of male and female monologues exclusively for teenagers. These are some seriously great monologues for teens.
Read through a whole range of monologues before deciding and see which one resonates with you. Did you get excited about the idea of performing a certain monologue? Pick that one! If you’re teaching a group of students try to give the teens a few options maybe 3 or 4, don’t overwhelm them with choice.
Note: a lot of the monologues are stand alone and don’t come from plays. This means you can create the circumstances surrounding the monologue. My advice – keep it simple. If they do come from a play or book, always read it. More on preparing a monologue.
Female Monologues for Teens
Whistle Down the Wind (Mary Hayley Bell)
Swallow (age 12) is living in a village where they are taught Jesus will return to the world. There is a criminal on the run near her village and Swallow finds a sick, homeless man in her father’s barn who she thinks is Jesus. In this monologue she tells some other children about the man.
Can you keep a secret? A really big secret? You’ve got to hold up your hand and do the ‘See this wet’ routine:
See this wet, see this dry,
Cut my throat if I tell a lie…
This is a great and fabulous secret known to none but those within these walls. You have to join a society to be allowed to know the secret, and all who know must swear never to divulge. Will you absolutely swear? If you ever breathe a word something ghastly will happen to you… alright… That’s Jesus… We have proof. We were in here messing about. There was a sort of knock on the door and I opened it. He stood there smiling at us, and said, ‘Knock on the door and it shall be opened unto you’… And I said, ‘Who are you?’ and he stood staring round this place, not answering at once, and then suddenly said, rather loud: ‘JESUS’… just like that… His legs were all cut and his boots and socks crammed with mud and he kind of lurched. I asked Him if I should get someone and He said ‘Don’t tell them till I’ve recovered’… He’s ill… too ill to talk. He’s been asleep for six hours!… In the daytime!… The grown-ups may not believe… suppose they try and take Him away… after all they did last time… But we can have a gigantic meeting, we can tell them all… swear them all to secrecy. There’s hundreds of children around here and every child knows other children. We can bring them a few at a time to see Him and hear His words. Little by little we can spread the news to children all over the country that the first people to know Jesus has come back will be the children. And… if the grown-ups try to take Him away again, we’ll defend Him… Hundreds of us!
The Same Old Clothes (Adra Young)
Teen Girl: After class today, my favorite teacher, Ms. Childs asked me to stay in my seat when the bell rang. I knew exactly what she wanted. I had missed a whole week of school. Now, I have never really been the type to skip class. Except for this one time when me an Amber didn’t want to take Mr. Landry’s chemistry test. (Quietly giggles and looks around to see if anyone heard. She then sighs and takes on a more serious tone.) Well anyway, Ms. Childs did what any concerned teacher would do, I guess. So, when she asked me, I went on and told her the truth. I told her that my mother could not afford to wash our clothes last week ‘cause she didn’t have any money left after paying all the bills. Do you actually think that I would come to school wearing the same old dirty clothes? (Tugs on collar or sleeve of shirt) I’m in high school. Would you do it? (Points to audience) Just ask yourself that question! After I explained myself, the teacher seemed to feel sorry for me. She didn’t even lecture me or anything! She didn’t even say that she was going to call my mother! She gave me a pass this time. (Looking relieved) Now don’t go thinking that I don’t like school or that I am dumb. ‘Cause I do and I am not! I just don’t like to come to school when my clothes are dirty. But it looks like I’ll be missing school from time to time.
A License to Date
COMEDIC — Jordan has asked April to go out with him to the movies. She is so excited. The only problem is that they need a ride. Here, she tries desperately to get her sister to agree to drive them.
April: Guess what?! Jordan asked me out! (She squeals.) I’m so psyched! We’re gonna go to the movies tomorrow. There’s just one thing. His brother can’t drive us cause he has a date. So, I was wondering… (Beat.) Oh, c’mon Lin- da! I’ve been waiting for Jordan to ask me out for like my whole life. (Beat.) Okay, so three weeks — but it feels like my whole life! All we need is a ride. (She lifts her hands like paws and pants like a dog. Beat.) Oh, I already did. Mom can’t take us cause she has her Pottery & Emotions class. Please? I’ll do your chores tomorrow? (Beat.) All week?! What do I look like, Cinderella? Then I guess that makes you my ugly stepsister. Kidding — I’m kidding! Okay, I’ll do it. But promise me you won’t tell Jordan how much I like him. (Beat.) Well, if you do, I’ll tell Mom you broke her Happiness frog.
Crawling to Paradise
COMEDIC — Tracy has had a major crush on Robby for “a long time.” Tracy’s best friend has just announced that Robby asked her to the dance.
Tracy: Whoa. Hold it. Stop right there. I know you didn’t say what I thought you just said. Robby asked you to the dance? Robby? As in my Robby? As in, Robby who I’ve been in love with since I could crawl? How can you do this to me? You’re supposed to be my best friend! You know I have plans to marry him. (Beat.) So what if he doesn’t even notice I’m alive — that’s not the point. The point is you backstabbed me. You are unbelievable! You can’t even — what? David wants to go with me? David, as in, tall, blue-eyed, major babe David? Get out! Really? How cool! We can double date! Oh my God, can you imagine?! (Beat.) Of course, I’m not mad at you. You’re my best friend! You and Robby are meant to be. Really, you are. Besides, I’ve been in love with David since I could crawl.
Acting Class (M. Ramirez)
Angelique: I took an acting class and the teacher was this weird creepy guy who was going bald and who wore tight pants and didn’t pronounce my name right ONCE. ANGELIQUE. My name is ANGEL-EEK. Not “Angelica,” not “Angie”… Angelique. It’s French for “Like an Angel” or “Born from Angels” or “Touched by an Angel”… something. I dunno. It doesn’t matter. He didn’t get it right once. He made us do all these weird creepy breathing exercises and all I could think of the whole time is MY MOTHER IS NOT PAYING FOR YOU TO TEACH ME HOW TO BREATHE, WEIRD CREEPY BALD GUY WITH TIGHT PANTS… MY MOTHER IS PAYING YOU TO TEACH ME TO ACT. ’Cause that’s what I’m good at. Acting. Like I’m really good at swimming and I paint too and my sister and I made State Jazz Ensemble but what I’m REALLY good at? Is acting. “Breathe in”… “Hold”… “Breathe out”… “Feel your inner animal reaching through”… Inner animal? Are you kidding? I Google-d the guy when I got home, whatever, I know it’s weird, but I had to. I HAD to know what this guy’s done that makes him so special. Know what this guy’s done, this guy who’s supposedly gonna teach me how to act? Three episodes of Ghost Hunter Deluxe and a deodorant commercial. DEODORANT? Is this a joke? What’s this guy gonna teach me to do? NOT SWEAT?!
Unchatty Cathy (Gabriel Davis)
Cathy: I’m Cathy. I’m not a chatty Cathy. I’m an un-chatty Cathy. That’s why I’m taking a public speaking class. They say, break the ice with a personal anecdote.
When I was six, I was a bluebird in the Camp Fire Girls of America and had to sell cookies door to door. My older brother laughed. “How is she gonna sell them? She never makes a peep!”
I could feel my eyes getting a little wet. My mother got quiet and took out a pen and index card. She said, write your words. I wrote: “Hello, my name is Cathy. How would you like to purchase some cookies to benefit the Campfire Girls of America?” She smiled, “Now fly, my little bluebird!” To my brother she said “You’re going to take her.”
We went door to door. When someone opened, I’d find myself un chatty. But I had my words! I’d hold out my card! I sold every box.
I wanted to tell you that because sometimes you have the words, but it’s hard to voice them. I know you were going to ask me something. But then Patsy said I think you’re funny lookin’ cause your acne medicine isn’t working. Well I didn’t say those words. But I DID write these!
(Holds up a large index card. “You’re cute” and then “Be My Dance Date”)
What do you say? I have a blank card and a pen, if that’d be easier for you.
*This monologue has been abridged by the author for StageMilk. To read the extended version visit the author’s website here: http://www.monologuegenie.com/
Male Monologues for Teens
Man in Motion (Jan Mark)
Fourteen year old LLoyd has recently moved with his mother and sister to the city.
Lloyd: Yes. I have got something on my mind…. There’s this boy I know, Keith
Mainwaring; I met him down at American football practice, and we got friendly. I mean, we
were friends right off, and his dad gives me a lift home afterwards. He’s really
friendly … but he says things, they both do…. Racist things. All the time, like
without thinking. Every time they see somebody Asian, they say something …
and I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say. I keep thinking they don’t
really mean it, especially Keith, because he’s nice, really, I mean, otherwise he’s
nice. He rings up and asks how I am, and paid for my lunch and that. I really
like him, except for what he says…. That’s why I’ve stopped going to practices;
to avoid him. I don’t think he really means it, I think it’s just because of what
his dad says. Like my friend Vlad – from school, like he said; if you’re sexist it’s
because you’ve been brought up to think like that, you never get the chance
to work it out. And I don’t think Keith knows any Asians. He lives up at the
Highbridge end…. It’s funny … ODD … calling somebody a racist. It doesn’t
sound real. We have this lesson at school, Social Awareness Studies, only we
call it Isms. Because that’s what it is, all the time; sexism, racism, feminism.
And last week we had this discussion on racism, somebody brought in a cutting from a newspaper,
and everyone said how awful it was, only we’ve got these two girls in our class, Farida and Farzana,
and nobody thought about them. They just sat there, and nobody took any notice or asked
them what they thought, I mean, they never say much anyway, but that wasn’t
the point. Racism’s just something half of us argue about while the other half
do our homework. It’s just a word. It doesn’t mean anything, because it doesn’t
happen to us…. I think most of us are against it…. It’s the first time I’ve had to
do anything about it. Where we lived before, everyone was white anyway. If I’d
met Keith there I’d never have known what he thought because he’d never have
said anything. Racism was just something on the news….But it’s not for me.
Not any more.
Clay (Peter Whelan)
Jimmy is 16. Here he is talking with a family friend who has asked him about the figures he moulds from clay
Jimmy: I haven’t got any. I got rid of them. There’s so point in it is there? Not now. Who’s going to see it? There won’t be anyone left to see it. They’ll be wiped out. Everyone’ll be dead. How can anyone see it? There won’t be any eyes. People are in a dream about it. They think there’s going to be life – there won’t be any life. There won’t even be any worms. They’ll be cooked in the ground. That’s what makes it difficult … making the figures. I mean … you know what to do if someone’s going to see them. But if no one is … how d’you go about it? There’s no precedent for that. I don’t destroy them. I don’t break them up … I bury them. On the moor. I read about that Chinese Emperor whose tomb they’ve been digging up. They’ve found all these clay soldiers, full height, a whole army of them that he’d had buried to protect his tomb. They’ve dug out, I don’t know how many, nine hundred of them and they’re still finding more. I didn’t want to make soldiers. I mean they’re not to protect anything. Just people. Ordinary. Sitting up or leaning on one hand … looking. I tried to think where else there was where someone had made something not to be seen. I knew Navajo Indians make patterns in sand for their ceremonies and then destroy them after it’s over, but that isn’t the same. That’s like saying: the spirits see them, which is like saying: God sees them. But if you believed in God … if you believed in the Bible, then you’d know it had all got to end… like in the Book of Revelations. It ends. There’s a day when it ends. Isn’t there? … So I thought … go back before Christ, and there’s those people’s shapes they found at Pompeii. Those who were dying in the ash from the volcano. That got covered in a hard crust of ash … so you could pour in plaster and fill the shape they’d left behind, the moment they suffocated and died. Now, if you thought of them as figures … statues … not people … then they were not made to be seen! So what I do is I shape figures like them … so that they’re looking into the blinding flash just before they die. Then I give them a first firing. What you call ‘biscuit’. And then, I bury them out there so the sudden heat from the blast will be the second firing. Well no one’s known temperatures let loose like that. The stones round them could vitrify and turn into glass. Then even if the clay shatters into dust the shape will still be there. In glass! (He falters. Stops.) I’ve only made twenty-three. Twenty-three! You’d have to make millions. The whole human race!
COMEDIC It is the day before Cody and his best friend start high school. Suddenly, his friend becomes quite worried. Here, Cody attempts to psych him up and rid him of his fears.
Cody: Nervous? Don’t be nervous. What’s there to be nervous about? We’ve been waiting to start high school for like ever. It’s gonna be so awesome! Just think how many mega-babes are gonna be walking through those halls and in our classes! And we’ll finally have bigger lockers, and a decent gym and multiple floors! Just like a mall! And tons of people to meet, parties to get invited to, real football games, new teachers who don’t hate us yet! New faces everywhere you look! It’s huge! I mean, we probably won’t even see each other (Realizing as he speaks.) the whole…day… long. (Beat.) You’re still gonna eat lunch with me, right?
Zimmer: One Act Play (Donald Margulies)
ZIMMER: (On the telephone): Hello, is Wendy there? Tell her Zimmer. Zimmer. Ira, yeah. Hi. How come, is she sick? Look, I’m sure if you told her I was on the phone… Could you? Could you just tell her it’s me, she won’t mind getting out of bed, I promise. Ask her. Give her the choice. I’m not being smart, Mrs. Siegerman… Thank you. (To himself) Jesus . . . (Pause) You sure your mother doesn’t work for the S.S.? Hi. So what happened? You were supposed to meet me at the Fillmore, you okay? You sure? You sound funny. Yeah, you do. So where were you? Yeah, I was worried, what do you think? I mean, it wasn’t pleasant standing there by myself, thinking I was seeing you every ten seconds. There are so many Wendy clones with light brown frizzy hair, you would not believe it. I kept on asking these freaks to hold my place in line so I could call my grandmother to see if you’d called to say you were late or dead or something. I decided you were dead. Murdered on the QB. I am not morbid. What did you think I’d think when you stand me up like that?! I mean, Wendy, come on!, how was I supposed to know you didn’t feel like it? We had so much fun when we waited for Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, didn’t we? Well? Why not The Who? If you didn’t really like them… Don’t you even want to know if I got us tickets? Yeah, I did. Don’t you want to know where? Fifth row. So what’s the matter? Don’t tell me nothing. What did I do, you’re mad at me. Yes you are, why else are you acting so weird? Okay!, so you don’t feel well!, what’s the matter with you!? (A beat; nervous smile) Yeah, right. (Long pause; quietly) Right there in his office he did it? Did it hurt? (Pause) Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, don’t you think you should’ve told me? I mean, I got you into this, you could’ve told me… No wonder your mother was so… (A beat) You didn’t tell her it was me? It was me, wasn’t it? I mean, I was the one, wasn’t I? I mean, don’t I even get credit for that? I mean, shit, Wendy, why the fuck didn’t you tell me in the first place? You knew all this time and you knew what you were gonna do about it and you never even told me?! What am I to you anyway? (Pause) I’m gonna let you go now. Uh, look, don’t worry about the ticket. I’ll get Richie or somebody to come with me. So, take it easy, I hope you feel better. Yeah. ’Bye.
The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn
Huck: Well, I got a good going-over in the morning from old Miss Watson on account of my clothes; but the widow she didn’t scold, but only cleaned off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would behave awhile if I could. Then Miss Watson she took me in the closet and prayed, but nothing come of it. She told me to pray every day, and whatever I asked for I would get it. But it warn’t so. I tried it. Once I got a fish-line, but no hooks. It warn’t any good to me without hooks. I tried for the hooks three or four times, but somehow I couldn’t make it work. By and by, one day, I asked Miss Watson to try for me, but she said I was a fool. She never told me why, and I couldn’t make it out no way.
I set down one time back in the woods, and had a long think about it. I says to myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why don’t Deacon Winn get back the money he lost on pork? Why can’t the widow get back her silver snuffbox that was stole? Why can’t Miss Watson fat up? No, says I to my self, there ain’t nothing in it. I went and told the widow about it, and she said the thing a body could get by praying for it was “spiritual gifts.” This was too many for me, but she told me what she meant—I must help other people, and do everything I could for other people, and look out for them all the time, and never think about myself. This was including Miss Watson, as I took it. I went out in the woods and turned it over in my mind a long time, but I couldn’t see no advantage about it—except for the other people; so at last I reckoned I wouldn’t worry about it any more, but just let it go.
Anthony (Donald Margulies)
ANTHONY: They called the cops. You should have been there. Flashing lights and everything. And the honking, and all the bright headlights, and the kids and everybody in the street: “Jump! Jump!” Everybody was out of their house. There was a big crowd. My father, he let me get up on his shoulders so I saw everything great. I was the highest kid there and I could see everything. I saw the hair of every- body in the crowd. And my little brother, Edward, he cried because he wanted to see, too, but my father wouldn’t let him, he only let me. Because I’m older, and also because when he saw what was really going on, he said to my mother, “Irene, take Eddie upstairs, go on.” Harlene’s mother was on the roof and she was screaming. She took her shirt off so all you saw was her white skin and black bra. She was screaming and she was crying but she was too far up to hear and everybody was talking so loud until she screamed, “Tommy!” Everybody got quiet. “Tommy! Tommy!!” She was screaming. Tommy’s the super. Then Tommy got up there on the roof and you could see him by his T-shirt sometimes because it looked white. He was talking but you couldn’t hear him. She yelled and called him bad names. He said something else, also, you couldn’t hear what. She like walked to the edge of the roof, you could see her standing there. She yelled, “I’m gonna jump, don’t go near me!” Everybody got real quiet listening. Then, her shirt fell off the roof. Everybody went: “Oh,” all at the same time and some of the older kids climbed the fence and took it out of the tree like they were at a ball game. Harlene’s mother looked down at us and everybody looked up and it got quiet again and Billy laughed. And then you saw it: a cop came out of the dark on the roof and grabbed Harlene’s mother and pulled her back in- to the dark and you couldn’t see her anymore. Some of the older kids went: “Boo!” and some of the grown-ups got angry and some of them clapped. Everybody started to go home. My father bent down to get me off his shoulders. He told me I was breaking his back.
Addict (Kristen Dabrowski)
Teen Boy: I just don’t see the point of going outside anymore. I have all I need in here. Basically, my whole life is in my computer. All my friends are here, all my activities… There’s really no point in school or anything like that anymore. That’s the past. This is the future. You can stay at home and learn all you want on the net. And you can be whoever you want. Like, see, here’s KandiKane88. She thinks I’m six-three and a quarterback on a college team. I’ve been a pilot, a model, an actor, a musician— Basically, I can be whatever and whoever I want. No one questions me. It’s brilliant. And I can get anything I want. Girls take off their clothes for me. I admit, I have a little … problem with that. If you think that kind of thing is a problem. Thankfully, my mom is completely ignorant about the computer. But I really like the porn sites. I see it as research. The human body is a natural thing, right? I’m a young guy. I’m supposed to be interested in this stuff. I can’t help that it’s so accessible. And if these girls didn’t want to do this, they wouldn’t. So I don’t feel bad about it. I don’t see why it’s such a bad thing. In fact, I think it’s a really, really, really excellent thing. Thank God for the Internet.
Romeo and Juliet (William Shakespeare)
Romeo: But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
For more male Shakespeare monologues
Gender Neutral Monologues for Teenagers
Forever Teen (Jim Chevallier)
Teen: Oh hi. You must be the new kid. Your family just moved in here, right? How you doin’? I’m the ghost. I just walked right by your mom and dad. But they couldn’t see me. It’s a teen thing. It’s like those sounds only teens can hear. You heard about those? There’s this old guy, Carl, lives across the street. Let me tell you, I knew Carl when he was our age. Back when I was, you know, alive? Real pain, that Carl, even then. Anyway, he got sick of kids skateboarding by his place. So he bought this gizmo that puts out a high-pitched sound. Only, adults couldn’t hear it. Turns out you lose the highs after a certain age. But teens? Teens couldn’t stand it. And they kept away. Except for myself. Being a ghost and all, I had to stay put. It’s that whole haunting thing, you know? Man, I almost lost my posthumous marbles. Luckily, the town made Carl shut it off. So I could haunt in peace. As it were. What I’m saying is, it’s like that with me. You can only see me because you’re a teen. Before you turn twenty, bit by bit, it’ll get harder to see me, until one day, I’ll just…. disappear. Which gets to be a drag, you know? Making friends, then fading out of their lives… But hey, for now, we’ve got time, right? So, tell me – what’s your name?
Beating (Jim Chevallier)
Teen: I got beaten up pretty bad. I feel great. Ricky kept pushing me around, kind of half-slapping me. Just for fun. Like kids have been doing for years. And you know I can’t fight. Only, this time I thought: “If I don’t do something, this will never end. This will be my life.” So I hit him back. That is, I tried; it’s not like I hurt him. In fact, he punched me. Hard. So I punched him back. And he hit me again. A few times. But each time I hit him back. He kept saying, “C’mon, man. You’re gonna get hurt.” I didn’t say a word. Just kept hitting him, every time he hit me. Not hurting him. Don’t get me wrong. Just hitting him. Finally he stepped back. “You’re crazy, man. You’re just crazy.” And he took another step back. Then I realized: “He’s afraid. He’s afraid of me.” And he was. Can you believe it? He walked away, just turned around and walked away. How do you like that? All because I fought back. I finally fought back. I fought back, and I won.
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Most of the teenage monologues on this page don’t come from established plays. It is always a great idea to track down the play and read it to get context for the monologue. You must then make sure you understand who you are speaking with in the monologue and the events that happened leading up to the monologue. Creating a rich world for your character will help you nail your audition. For more on rehearsing a monologue.
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