Can you give an example of English declamation piece?

Answer 1

So what? She's my friend

Gladys: (scratching her hands with eyes moving around)

Gotcha! Nobody's here. Hmmm . . . . Let me see what's in this bag. Wow! A Nice hairbrush. I'll better keep this and I must go back before my PE Teacher finds out, I'm no longer there.

Joan: Jean, have you seen Gladys?

Jean: no. why Joan, is your friend gone again for another miracle?

Narration: I don't understand why my classmates are so indifferent towards Gladys.

Jean: oh no! My hairbrush! It's gone! Joan, its Gladys. She stole my hairbrush from my bag.

Joan: but Jean, we can't judge Gladys easily. Why? Did you really see her taking it?

Jean: c'mon Joan open your eyes. Your friend is a klepto! Everyone knows that!

Narration: I hardly believe it. Gladys? A klepto? She came from a rich family. She can buy anything she wants.

Gladys: (singing a birthday song) happy birthday Joan. Here, take my present. Mwah… (Kiss)

Joan: thanks Gladys. I'll open it. Wow! This bracelet must be expensive. You're a wonderful friend. (Hug)

Narration: my birthday party was very memorable. The next morning, I heard mommy banging my door.

Madam Clara: (shouting) Joan! Joan! Open up! (banging the door)

Joan: mom, something wrong?

Madam Clara: I lost my diamond ring last night and I saw it in your purse!

Narration: I can't believe it! Mom accused me for stealing her diamond ring. I cried a river that day. Suddenly I remembered. Gladys borrowed a perfume from my purse. So the next morning. . .

Gladys: hi Joan! How's my friend?

Joan: surely, not fine!

Gladys: why? (Confused)

Joan: I'm your best friend Gladys but why did you do that to me? Many knows you're a . . . a klepto, but I did not forsake you!

Gladys: Joan let me explain (sob). I wished to return your mom's ring before I left that night so I left it in your purse.

Joan: you know Gladys; I don't want to see you again. So leave me alone.

Gladys: Joan!

Joan: go away you klepto!

Gladys: (stoned, speechless and teary-eyed)

Narration: it was the first time my best friend and I experienced such disagreement. I went to my dad and he told me. . .

Mr. Jose: seventy times seven dear, as what Jesus said that we must forgive. Why will you allow unforgiveness to steal the happiness of your friendship?

Narration: daddy's words brought me patience and understanding.

Joan: Gladys! Hey Gladys!

Gladys: Joan? (Confused) you mean we're friends again? Joan I'm so sorry!

Joan: tell me Gladys, what pushed you to steal?

Gladys: I don't know. I don't understand why I do this thing (sob). You know when I was only three years old; I did not have nice toys like yours. My parents are playing favorites. They never loved me. Maybe, I'm not as pretty like my sisters. To my despair, I secretly took and played with their expensive dolls. Everything they got, I was very much envious to have them too. Until now, I still crave to posses everything I admire.

Joan: Gladys, I'm sorry too. I've been a quick judge. But I believe you still have the chance to overcome it, my dad knows a very good psychiatrist. We'll visit her tomorrow,

Would that be okay?

Gladys: sure. Thanks Joan, you're a real friend indeed. (Hug)

Narration: A true friend is measured in times of trouble.

So let's take time to let others see the beauty of Christ in us. The end. . .