Characters:
Pretty
Normal
Mom
 
This scene takes place in a bedroom, where the door is at the right side of the stage. The bed faces the audience in the center of the room and a dressing table sits at the left end of the room. Along with that, another dressing table is placed back to back with the first one. There sit two girls on each side, with a spotlight hitting each of them, acting as their reflection. One is full of makeup and the other is bare faced. The girl in the room is getting ready for school when she is conflicted with her appearance. 

Pretty: How are you doing? You look so tired? Are you sick? (says while sitting on the left end of the dressing table.)

Normal:  I’m fine. I’m not tired or sick, I just don’t have makeup on. (Saying it slowly)

Pretty: Well maybe you should put some on. (meanly)

Normal: I don’t see what difference that will make.

Pretty: Well, you’ll probably fit in better with your friends.

Normal: What do you mean? I already fit in with them.

Pretty: Seriously? (raising her eyebrow) You mean to tell me you fit looking the way you do? 

Normal: (Confused, looks down at her clothes) My clothes are fine (runs her fingers through her hair saying) my hair is fine too.

Pretty: Hahahaha. . . (Covers her mouth trying not to laugh) maybe you should take a better look at yourself in the mirror, you’re just a normal girl.

(A mirror is pulled up between the dressing tables)

Mom: Are you ready kiddo? (In a loud voice from the right end of the stage.)

Normal: (Turns towards the door.) Yeah mom, almost ready! (Turns back around and looks at her own reflection)

Normal: Why am I even listening to you? I have friends and family that love and support no matter how I look. And if my friends really cared about the way I look, then they wouldn’t be friends with me.

(The mirror between the dressing table slides down) 

Pretty: I understand family, but look at your friends, you look nothing like them. Do you really think this friendship will last long unless you do something about yourself? And weren’t they talking about giving you a makeover?

Normal: Well. . . they have mentioned taking me shopping and giving me a makeover. . . But that was a joke. They knew I’m not that type of girl, they just joke around with me.

Pretty: But why did they bring it up in the first place if they knew you weren’t going to change? Something made them want to tell you what they did. Here (Takes out a tray of makeup and slides it to the other dressing table)

Normal: Well. . . that is a valid point you have there, I mean might as well try something new (Stares at the tray for a bit, picks up an eyeliner, and proceeds to put it one)

(Mom knocks the door)

(Pretty’s spotlight goes out and the mirror is pulled up)

Normal: (Puts down the eyeliner) Come in.

Mom: Is everything alright sweety? we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up.

Normal: Yeah mom, everything is fine. Just give me a couple more minutes and i’ll be down.

Mom: (Walks over to Normal and kisses her on the head) Okay, I’ll be waiting in the car.

Normal: Kay, I’ll be there.

(Mirror slides down)

Pretty: (Nods towards the makeup tray) What do you say?

Normal: You know what? (Slides the makeup tray back to Pretty) I don’t need this. I don’t need to change myself for anyone. And especially not for all the people in school who look like carbon copies of each other.
(Gets up, picks up her bag from the side of her bed and walks to the door. She opens it and looks back at Pretty.)

Pretty: (Silently looks back at Normal.)

Normal: (Smiles) I think I like being the normal girl (Shuts the door behind her.)

End