The Debate
Catrin, a schoolgirl, 15 years of age enters.
“My mind just gives me a headache! Why cant life just be simple, with no worries, yeah, I’m talking to you up there. You know what I’m saying! Why cant you give me some thanks once in a while. I’m still alive, I think I deserve some gratification for that, don’t you think? It’s really hard work living with that evil brother of mine and putting up with mum’s winging, but I’m sure you know that, because your always watching over me, apparently. Don’t you get bored up there watching everyone all day?
(Sits down to think)
I wonder what it’s like up there, you know, in heaven? I don’t suppose I’ll ever go there anyway, because I’m a naughty girl, really. My mum has said it so many times that I’m starting to believe it! Mind you I’m not as naughty as my brother, my naughtiness is just fun and harmless, but I’m sure that my brother has malice in his naughtiness! He plays his shooting games on the computer as if he were actually enjoying blowing somebody’s brains out! Sick, really sick, I always annoy him by chanting, “You’re a mental psychopathic murderer!” And then his eyes glow a fierce red and my legs start to quiver and my brain hurts because its ashamed of the mistake it has just done. My mum seems to always stop the fighting just before it gets going; she has this talent, after all that’s what parents are for!