I Don’t Like Mondays

CHARACTERS

Brenda 8-29. Girl who shoots and kills in a school.
Becky 8-16. Best friend of Brenda.
Dot 30-50. Mother of Brenda.
Wallace 30-50. Father of Brenda.
McCannon 35. A policeman.
Crystal 10. A student at school.
Burton 43. The principal.
Sawyer 39. Guard at prison.
Seth 10. A student at school.
Travis 10. A student at school.

Act I

Scene One: December, 1971. Near Christmas time. A house in California. Brenda Ann Spencer (Age 8) is sitting on her couch when her father and mother, Wallace and Dot Spencer, enter.

Brenda

Hello, Papa.

Wallace

Get off the damn couch and eat yer dinner.

Brenda

I’m not hungry.

Wallace

Was dat back talk, missy?

(Wallace tugs on Brenda’s collar and pulls her forward. His eyes are wide with anger. Brenda looks at the ground.)

Wallace

(angry) You better look at me. Look at me!!

(Brenda looks at Wallace. He slaps Brenda. She falls to the ground, then looks up and stares at Wallace.)

Dot

Wallace, stop. You’re hurting her. She didn’t mean-

Wallace

(angry) Don’t try to stop me, Dot! She needs to learn some manners.

Wallace looks at Brenda angrily.

Wallace

Now, I don’t give a damn if yer hungry or not. You gonna eat yer ham and potatoes. Yer mama worked hard on it.

(Brenda wipes a tear off her eye.)

Brenda

Yes, Papa.

(Dot gives Brenda the plate of food and sits on the floor. She takes a fork and moves her food all around her plate. Wallace walks out and walks back in with a box.)

Wallace

Now I hope ya like yer present. I got it just fer you, missy. You gonna love what I’m givin’ you. It’s very big, an excitin’.

Brenda

(excited) Is it the Malibu Barbie I wanted, papa? Is it? Oh Papa, thank you! Thank you so-

Wallace

Can’t ya just shut yer yap for a second?! Jeez.

(Wallace opens the box and takes out a .22 caliber rifle with 500 rounds of ammunition. Wallace smiles as he sees the shock on Brenda’s face.)

Dot

A rifle?! How ya give our lil’ girl a rifle?! She’s just 8 years old! She’s too young, Wallace.

Brenda

A rifle? Fer me? Papa I just wanted a Bar-

Wallace

(angry) I don’ care what ya wanted! I got dis just fer you and you better appreciate it. As for you, Dot, she’s my daughter and I can give her whatever I feel like givin’ her! Ya know what? Why don’t ya just take the gun and shoot yerself?! That’s just one less problem fer me to deal with. One of these days, I’m gonna take that gun and do it myself if I have to!

(Brenda drops her plate of food and stands up.)

Brenda

(screams angrily) Stop it!

(Wallace slams her into the nearest wall. Brenda wails out in pain.)

Dot

Wallace-

Wallace

(whispers) If you eva scream at me again, I will slap you ‘til you bleed. Ya hear me?

Brenda

Yes, Pa-

Wallace

(screams) DO YA HEAR ME?!

Brenda

(whispers) Yes, Papa.

Wallace

Go to yer room, NOW.

Brenda scurries offstage. Dot and Wallace turn to each other.

Wallace

I don’ know why you protect her so much. She’s becomin’ so defiant! How dare she stand up to me?! That rude lil’-

Dot

Wallace, I know what she did was rebellious. That don’ mean that she has to be slapped! I understand you wantin’ to punish her, but ya need to stop abusing her! She’s yer daughter!

Wallace

She’s not my daughter. My daughter woulda listened to me. She woulda loved my Christmas present. She woulda treated me with respect!

Dot

(angry) She doesn’t know any better! She’s only 8! You treat her like she was a mistake!

Wallace

(screams) SHE WAS A MISTAKE! You know I never wanted her. It woulda been decent to have a daughter who would at least treat me with respect, but she don’ know how to respect! She don’ how to treat her father kindly. All she knows how to do is upset people. That makes her just a piece of TRASH. Useless!

Dot slaps Wallace. He grabs her shoulders and slaps her so hard, she falls to the ground.

Wallace

What’s happenin’ today?! Is everyone gonna disrespect me?! First my useless daughter, then my WIFE?!

Dot gets up and walks a little closer to Wallace.

Dot

You’re a cruel man. I don’ care how many cans of beer you drink. I don’ care ‘bout why yer father abused ya. What I care about is my daughter. I will protect her, even from her own father.

Dot exits one way and Wallace exits the other.

Act I

Scene Two: The next day. Brenda’s room. Her best friend Becky knocks.

Becky

Brenda, you in yer room?

She walks into Brenda’s room and looks for her. She then sees her under the bed sleeping. Becky wakes her up.

Becky

What happened this time?

Brenda

He slapped me again.

(Brenda squeals in pain as she tries to get up. Becky drags her up from under the bed.)

Brenda

Thanks.

Becky

Why don’t ya just lie down on the bed? That’ll make ya feel better. Do ya need ice or tissues?

Brenda

I’m just tired of him. The way he slaps and punches me like I’m a nobody. He ain’t my Papa. He ain’t my father. He’s a monster.

(Becky hugs Brenda and Brenda starts to cry. She looks out the window.)

Brenda

Look at those kids standing with their parents on the sidewalk. Look at how they smile and laugh. Look at how they hug their mamas and their papas. I wish I had that. I wish I had a nice Papa.

Becky

Shh, shh. Calm down, calm down.

Brenda

(crying) I can’t, I can’t! I’m freaking out, Becky. I can’t take the abuse. The slapping, the grabbing me by my shoulders and shakin’ me. Imagine lookin’ at those kids, wonderin’ why I couldn’t be them. They don’t deserve da love they get. I deserve it! I deserve to be loved. Why do I have to be beaten? Why can’t they be beaten?!

Becky

You wouldn’t want a little kid to go through da beatings you go through, would you?

Brenda

I rather watch the kids get beaten than be the one bein’ beaten.

Becky

Even if I was beaten by my father, I wouldn’t want a kid to go through it. What’s wrong with you? You’ve been actin’ strange lately. Why are ya so angry all of a sudden?

Brenda

It’s nothin’.

Becky

But-

Brenda

(angry) IT’S NOTHIN’. Now, let’s get some tissues in the livin’ room.

(Brenda and Becky exit.)

Act I

Scene Three: Brenda is now 13 years old. She’s in her backyard with her loaded rifle. It is a cold autumn day. Her fence has three empty soda cans on top of it. Dot enters.

Dot

C’mon honey. Come inside. Can’t ya feel the wind? It’s blowin’ hard and it’s freezin’ in the backyard.

Brenda

I’m practicin’ my shootin’. Can’t ya just leave me alone?! Jeez, Dot.

Dot

(angry) Don’t ya dare call me Dot! I am yer Mama and you will treat me with respect!

Brenda

Whatever.

Brenda aims her rifle at one of the soda cans and shoots. The soda can falls down.

Dot

Nice shot, honey.

Brenda

Can’t ya just leave? Why do ya have to stay? I’m fine, mother. I just want to practice. ALONE. Do ya understand?

Dot

What happened to my lil’ girl? The one who wanted a Malibu Barbie?

Brenda

Papa never did get me that Malibu Barbie…

Dot

Do ya wanna talk about yer father?

Brenda

No! I want you to leave me alone.

Dot

I’m sorry about yer father’s behavior. He truly does love ya-

Brenda

Well, he don’t show it much.

Dot

I know he can be…rough at times, but he’s yer father. All we wanna do is protect you. He cares ‘bout ya. I care just as much.

Brenda walks closer to Dot. Dot slowly walks backward.

Brenda

(angry) He don’ care ‘bout me! You don’ care ‘bout me either! If you cared ‘bout me, you woulda stopped him. You woulda forced him to stop. You woulda kept tryin’ and tryin’, even if he woulda ignored ya! All you do is watch while I suffer. Is that what carin’ is? Cuz if it is, you’re doin’ a great job of carin’.

Dot

(angry) Brenda Ann Spencer, don’ you DARE talk to me in that hateful tone. I love ya with all my heart cuz you are my lil’ girl, but I can’t stop that madman. I…I just can’t.

Brenda

Can’t, or won’t? You’re afraid of him. You’re afraid of what he can do.

Brenda turns around and aims her gun at another soda can. She shoots and the soda can falls to the ground. She turns back to Dot.

Dot

I love yer father-

Brenda

(screams) Ya don’ love him, and ya don’ love me.

Dot slaps Brenda. Brenda looks at her in disbelief.

Dot

(screams) I am yer MOTHER. I ain’t some damn servant you can scream at! What’s with you? How dare you talk to me disrespectfully?! This is why yer father slaps the livin’ thing outta you. You talk to us with no respect. You need to learn some manners.

Brenda

Why couldn’t ya just leave me alone when I asked you to? You never listen to me. You’re never there when I need ya most! Tell me that’s not true! TELL ME.

Dot looks down at the floor.

Brenda

Ya see? You wanna protect me, yet at the times I need protection, at the times when Papa abuses me, you never stop him. You’re a failure when it comes to bein’ a mother.

Brenda turns and shoots the final soda can down. She walks offstage with her rifle in her hand. Dot runs after her.

Dot

Brenda, wait!

Act I

Scene Four: January 26th, 1979. Brenda’s house. She is now 16. She has a crazed look in her eyes. She scribbles on a large piece of paper and murmurs things to herself. She has her rifle next to her. Her best friend, Becky enters.

Becky

Hey, Brenda! Wha’cha doin?

Brenda

(whispers) Homework.

Becky

We didn’t have homework today. What are ya really doin?

Brenda

Somethin’. I’m just, ya know, bored.

Becky

Lemme see this.

(Becky snatches the large piece of paper out of Brenda’s hand. Becky reads some of it and gasps. She drops the paper. Brenda grabs it as it falls onto the floor.)

Becky

(confused and shocked) What is dis?! Dis better be some kinda joke. It has to be a joke! Ya really wouldn’t shoot innocent people, right? You are not a murderer.

Brenda

(angry) Well who cares bout me?! I’ve been beaten hundreds of times and no one cares! Did anyone care for me? Huh? Well then why should I care bout those elementary schoolers and and the pigs? In my mind, I have every right to.

Becky

I care bout you! Remember when ya had dat black eye on yer 13th birthday? Who was the one dat put some ice on it and comforted you all night? Who was the one who got ya the cake and sang happy birthday while ya cried into a pillow? It was me. I got ya the tissues! I gave ya the love ya needed. I care bout ya too much to see ya hurt innocent people like this! The pigs are gonna arrest ya if you shoot innocent children.

Brenda

I thought ya was my best friend. That you would agree with me when no one else would. I guess I was mistaken.

Becky

(angry) I AM yer best friend! I just can’t agree with you.

Brenda

My father would probably be glad if I’d get into a heap of trouble with the pigs. I shoulda just killed myself a long time ago. It woulda been easier fer everyone. No one understands me. Not you. Not my mama. Especially not my Papa. People might not understand me, but they will remember me. They’ll remember me for the day I killed a bunch of people!

Becky

(begs) Please, Brenda. Think of when I comforted you. Think of the times I’ve been there fer you. Can’t ya just do me this one favor? Please! You’re gonna hurt people!

Brenda

I’m done worryin’ bout other people, includin’ you. Get out of my house and you betta not tell da pigs, or I’ll shoot you myself. Or even worse, I’ll tell the police about yer drinkin’ problem. How you are a minor yet you drink regularly. Yeah, that’ll shut you up. You know you’ll be punished by the cops if don’t shut up. You better not mess with me, Becky. You better not say anything to the pigs.

Becky

Your father’s not the monster. You’re the monster.

(Becky stomps offstage. Brenda looks back at her direction and walks the opposite way offstage.)

Act I

Scene Five: Monday, January 29th, 1979. Brenda walks into Grover Cleveland Elementary. She hides her gun behind her. The principal, Mr. Burton Wragg, walks up to her.

Burton

Hello, young lady. May I ask where you’re-?

Brenda takes the gun and aims it at Burton. Before Burton can say anything, she shoots him in the chest. He flails his arms as blood drips from his chest. He then falls to the ground. Brenda walks into a classroom with the gun aimed at a teacher. She shoots the teacher in the abdomen. The three children that were in the room, named Crystal, Seth, and Travis, scream and run into a corner. Crystal speaks.

Crystal

Please don’t kill us. I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die.

Brenda

If you shut up, then maybe I’ll think about it.

Crystal

But please-

Brenda shoots a bullet into Crystal’s wrist. She hollers in pain and drops to the floor. The other children scream. Blood spurts out of her arm.

Brenda

If you don’ shut up, the next bullet’s gonna be in yer heart.

Crystal

I’m gonna die.

Brenda

(angry) Stop speakin’!

Crystal

(crying) I’m really gonna die!

Brenda aims the gun at Crystal. Crystal cries even more.

Brenda

It’s time to shut you up.

Becky runs into the classroom. She pulls Brenda away from Crystal.

Becky

Brenda, stop! Look at what you almost did! You almost killed a 10-year old girl! How could ya even think of killin’ these kids?

Brenda

All of these kids deserve to suffer. They deserve to feel the pain I’ve felt!

Becky

No, Brenda, they don’t. And I won’t let you hurt them. I WON’T LET YOU.

Brenda

(laughs) Oh, Becky. Like you’d even try to fight a person with a gun in their hand.

Becky kicks the gun out of Brenda’s hand. She then punches Brenda in her face. Brenda falls to the ground, shocked.

Becky

I’m sorry, Brenda, but I can’t watch these innocent kids die.

Becky walks toward Brenda. Brenda then reaches for the gun and grabs it. She aims at Becky and fires. Becky looks at her bloody chest before falling back. The kids scream again. Brenda stands up and realizes what she has just done.

Brenda

(nervous) Becky? Becky… I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry! Don’t die, please! I’m sorry!

Brenda drops to her knees and looks at Becky, who is barely alive.

Brenda

(crying) Oh, Becky. Why did ya have to come? I didn’t wanna hurt ya. I didn’t wanna hurt ya! Ya can’t die on me, Becky, ya just can’t!! Please, Becky.

Becky

(whispers) I had to save them. I..I had to save the kids. I just..just couldn’t… allow you to hurt them.

Brenda

No, Becky no! You can’t die right now! You are my best friend. My only friend. I can’t believe I shot ya! C’mon, I’ve gotta take you to a hospital. Lemme pick you up.

Brenda tries to pick up Becky and Becky screams. She puts her back down. Becky turns pale. Blood is pouring out of her chest. Brenda tries to cover the hole in her chest and cries even more.

Brenda

There, you see? I’m coverin’ up the wound. You’re gonna be fine!

Brenda takes her gun and points it at the kids at the corner of the classroom.

Brenda

One of you! Call 911! NOW.

A student runs to a phone and calls 911. Becky stares into space and her heart stops beating. Brenda shakes Becky, but Becky does not awaken.

Brenda

(screams) NO, BECKY! COME BACK! COME BACK TO ME! I’M SO SORRY!!!

Act I

Scene Six: Monday, January 29th, 1979. An hour after the shooting. Brenda sits in an interrogation room. A cop named McCannon walks in with papers in his hand. He sits in the chair next to Brenda, looking at the papers.

McCannon

Where did you get the gun?

Brenda

I wanted a Barbie fer Christmas, I gotta gun instead.

McCannon

And why did yer daddy give you a gun?

Brenda

How am I sp’posed to know?

McCannon

Watch yer tone, young lady.

Brenda

(she rolled her eyes) I don’ care.

McCannon

Did you have any problems at yer house? Any at all, even da little-

Brenda

(gulps) No! (gulps) I mean, um, no.

McCannon

Tell me the truth, Brenda.

Brenda

(nervous) I don’t have to tell ya nothin’ dammit!

McCannon

Did your father tell you to start shootin’? Seems kinda weird how he gives ya the gun and a few years later you start killin’ people. Did he-

Brenda

This has nothin’ to do with my Papa, ‘kay? Just send me to jail already.

McCannon

Not so fast. We need to know some information before you’re locked up. Now, some people from yer school said that Rebecca Todd, or as she was better known, Becky, was yer friend, and you killed her. What happened there?

Brenda

Oh, Becky. I didn’t wanna kill her. Not her. Anybody except her. If there was one person in the world who didn’t deserve to die, it was Becky.

McCannon

(confused) Why’d ya kill her then?

Brenda

(angry) Why did Becky have to care ‘bout other people? If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be dead today. If she didn’t care if those kids woulda died, she coulda been with her family right now. If I didn’t pull the trigger… Oh, I wish I could bring her back.

McCannon

So you told her what you were gonna do?

Brenda

No. She looked at my blueprints-

McCannon

(smiles) Aha! I finally got some useful stuff outta ya! You had blueprints? That meant you were plannin’ the catastrophe. This crime was pre-meditated! Plannin’ that must’ve taken some time. Maybe a few years? That’s why after you got the rifle; you didn’t start shootin’ up a storm. You planned the shootin’ out for a few years. Watchin’ and waitin’ for the right time.

Brenda

That not-

McCannon

Ms. Spencer, don’t even try to make excuses. You gave me all the information I need. Thank you for yer time.

Brenda bangs on the table, clearly upset. McCannon takes his papers and is about to walk offstage, when he turns around.

McCannon

Just one more question, why’d ya do it? Why’d ya kill the principal of the school, Mr. Wragg?

Brenda leans back on the chair with a smirk on her face.

Brenda

Cuz I don’t like Mondays.

Act I

Scene Seven: April 3rd, 1992. Brenda is now 29. She looks a lot older and a bit dirty. She looks miserable. She sits at a phone booth in the prison visitation room. Her mother, who has grayish hair now and black glasses, sits on the other side. They both pick up the phone.

Dot

Hi, sweetie.

Brenda

Hey, Mama.

Dot

Happy Birthday. I just can’t believe you’re already 29! Next year you’ll be 30! Wow! Time really does fly.

Brenda

Not when I’m in this hellhole, Mama. It seems like time slows so I can suffer. So that I can really feel the pain of wakin’ up in a cell. I don’ feel like it’s my birthday. I feel like I’m at my funeral.

Dot

Look, I know you don’ wanna be here. I don’ want ya to be here, but there’s nothin’ I can do. Yer father and I are divorced and there’s not enough money to get you a good lawyer!

Dot puts her hand on the screen. She sighs and sounds like she’s about to cry.

Dot

It’s not fair. I shouldn’t see my lil’ girl inside this here jail. Yer father should be there, not you. He abused you, and I shouldn’t have allowed him to. I shoulda stood up to him, even if it meant that I would be beaten. I would take the punches if that meant I could get you outta here. Even if it was for one day, just to celebrate yer birthday. I’d give anything for that, I would.

Brenda

I’m sorry, Mama. I wish I could spend this day with you, too. I wish I could smile like I used to. I just don’ smile anymore. I barely remember how to smile. Isn’t that sad? Not even on my birthday can I smile. I’m miserable here, Mama.

Dot

I know, sweetie. I’m so sorry.

Dot takes a gift wrapped box out and gives it to the security guard behind her. She whispers something to him and sits back down.

Dot

I got ya a present. I hope you like it.

The guard who has the present starts to speak. His name is Sawyer.

Sawyer

Ma’am, your visiting time is over.

Dot

I’m sorry, sweetie, but I gotta go.

Dot sadly smiles and walks offstage. Sawyer gives the present to Brenda. Brenda then opens her box and takes out a Malibu Barbie doll.

Brenda

My Malibu Barbie…

Katarina Soto, Age 12, Grade 7, MS 51 William Alexander, Gold Key

This entry was written by NYC Scholastic Awards and published on December 9, 2013 at 2:00 pm. It’s filed under Dramatic Script, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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