Dramatic Interp Speech Essay

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Dramatic Interpretation
Mick Harte Was Here

Umm, Just let me say, right off the bat, this isn’t the kind of book where you meet the main character and you get to like him real well and then he dies at the end, ’cause I hate those kinds of stories. See, I don’t want to make you cry. I just want to tell you about Mick. But I thought you should know right up front that, well he’s not here anymore. I just thought that it’d be fair to you.


So, it was an accident. And I mean about as “accidental” as you can get, too. He was riding his bike. Like Mick wasn’t riding crazy. Or dodging in and out of traffic. And his hands were on the handlebars. His front tire hit a rock. And he skidded into the back of a passing truck,
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And then he said, “I’ll look like a doofus!”
And I said, “Sorry doofus!”
And then he said, “You’re so cool Phoebe.”
And then I walked away. I didn’t even say goodbye.
So, I’m running sprints in soccer when I hear the sirens. And right in that moment everything starts to play out like a movie. The old secretary lady runs over to my coach, my coach runs over to me puts her hand on my shoulder and then the siren stopped. But you know, I just wanted for it to not be Mick. So, I did the only thing I could do. I closed my eyes and I prayed to god that it had been some terrible mistake and that Mick wasn’t the one. And you know, I actually remember praying that it had been one of his friends.
So then my dad shows up, and I ask him if Micks gonna be alright and he kind of just cradles my head in his hands, so gently like he was afraid he was gonna break me, and in a voice so faint I could barely hear, he looked at me and said,
“He’s gone.”
And that’s when I saw it. The truck, and Mick’s bike. Still lying there in the gutter where he had fallen. And you know I remember making a noise then, this awful noise that didn’t sound like me at all, but like…
Yesterday marks the one month anniversary of Mick’s accident. And you know, I used to think that anniversaries only celebrated happy things, but know I know they’re just a way of measuring time.
I ran to where the accident happened. The field by my school, it sounds morbid, I know it does, but, but I just wanted to

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