First 500 words of my monologue    (stage directions)
Audience: 12+ year old children.
Purpose: Entertain and help gain awareness for problems in society such as bullying, stealing, abuse, etc.

My top life in Liverpool.
(Jimmy is a 12 year old boy living on a council estate in Liverpool. He lives a life full of bullying, stealing and making the wrong life choices which don't get him very far)

It wasn't me ma, I promise it wasn't. It was our bill, he did it ma, not me. It was the 29th time I 'ad blagged to her but she'd 'ave clipped me round the ear if I told her the truth. I'm 12. I aint scared of my ma, I just wanna make her proud. I was desperate though... I needed them new trainers. That lad was a divvy anyway. It was a cold night and I 'ad holes in me trainers 'cause our Shane is so crap at football he made me scuff 'em up. No jumper, no hat, nothing. Me ma don't have money for nice things so I nick 'em. I'm sorry for what I did though, it was a bit out of order. I didn't hurt no one, only scared him. Ma 'ad already told me off for skiving maths and going up the park that day. Maths is boring though. Much rather be playing Fifa at me mates house, me. It reminded me of the day I went to Manchester, an older lad got in me face, and threatened me. SMACK. I punched 'im round the 'ead and legged it. You don't get bullied if you're the bully now, do ya? Tuesday, we were there chillin' at the garages when Bizzies, 'de came up sayin' we'd been reported for 'anti-social behaviour' eh? We were only throwing stones at the old biddies walking past. Didn't even smash no windows. Ma 'ad a go 'cause I was an hour and a half late, missed me tea so I ate my entire chocolate stash that I nicked from the old corner shop last week... (giggles to himself) I got an ace pair of trainers down that market man, cost me buttons (giggles suspiciously) Plastic toys, tacky clothes, knock off perfume. You can buy all sorts of crap down them markets. One time right... I was walkin' down a jigger with me top lad Charlie. Shattered glass, litter, dirty needles, thousands of fag butts and a sock with a hole in it covered the ground. Typical street where I live. Ma' said I shouldn't walk down that jigger when it's dark but it was a short cut 'ome. Charlie was pooing his pants so I jumped out on 'im. He was on one for the rest of the night. Actin' 'ard in front of the birds and kickin' everything he saw. Funny night that was.

Bibliography
http://www.monologuearchive.com/t/twain_002.html (style model)
http://scousedictionary.blogspot.co.uk/