ive got this monologue to read out to the class, but i dont know how to write it out in bullet points to...?

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.....actually do it! any ideas on how i shud write it out in bullet pionts on a few sheets of paper to read it out to the class since we are not allowed to have the whole monologue there while doing it :~ xx any ideas? pls help:D xx need ideas by tmroe xxxpsxxx give me a rating for my monologue ...1-bad 10-excellent xxthankx xx9th may 2008The Lost Beloved OneOh! Man! Not again! This is about the third time I’ve hit my leg today on that barbed wire, if it wasn’t for that stupid bitch who I married, I wouldn’t be in this kind of situation. For God’s sake there’s that bloke Bob, what is he doing here again, he comes round every night stealing from us. The look on his face frightens the daylight out of me, with those big brown bold eyes and the curly shaggy hair with the bushy beard.……………….................. I feel like making a quick escape from this place but I can’t, I’ve just injured my leg I can barely move from this smelly slum area. My heart’s feels like it’s about to jump out my chest. My face is sweating. This is reminding me of that grim night that I spent with that bitch!My poor Jane would cry her blessing little heart out every time we argued; I can remember that it was a full moon that night because of the direct light shining in through the white double glazing windows. I would never want her to be upset.It had all started after Tracy coming in from a night out, I could tell she was on drugs but I couldn’t stop her, she would just be really abusive to me and our child, what was I supposed to do? I felt helpless, helpless because my beautiful child would sit and watch her own mum beating her dad and then turning to her, I should’ve been the strong man. The next morning she would completely forget what had happened or she would probably just pretend nothing had ever took place. She would try to be nice to Jane and Jane would look back at her with her sad eyes then Tracy would say “Has my little girl had nightmares again?” That night brings shivers down my back!................. Back to reality-That monstrous Bob is getting closer! What on earth am I going to do? Should I just sit here and wait to be kicked in or should I just lie here and pretend to be asleep, but its broad daylight and he’s gonna think I’m having him on, I will pretend I’m falling ill and shiver under my blanket......................Thank God! I can hear Bob’s footsteps fading away! The ice cream van should pass by and I would normally hum along to the jolly tune which would normally get my head off thinking about Jane, she would normally ask for an ice cream and say “Daddy! Daddy! I want an ice cream! I’d do anything to have those days back with my daughter! Jane, she was a little angel with silky blonde hair, in fact she was my angel, I loved her so much and I would treat her with gifts and sweets as much as I could when Tracy and I were not quarrelling. That bitch has even stopped me from seeing her altogether. I sometimes wonder what my Jane would be doing now? Would she be still going through the pain that we went through together, or has all that grief ended for her? I have no idea where she had taken her – taken her away from me, for all I know she could be could be living as near as the house across the road or she could be hundreds and thousands of miles away in another country.I wish I could get custody of my Jane, but a broken man like me what can I do? I’m eating out of rubbish bins, what kind of life can I give my child? Even though I love Jane from the bottom of my heart I still can’t afford to put a roof over her head, but that Bitch can!My new mate Ben from the building site behind the dumping site will be finishing from his job by now, he is a canny guy and often brings me food. He understands my situation and has a young daughter himself, he is so lucky unlike me I’m a failure, what a lucky guy he is, I’m also a failure as being a Dad to Jane! I think ill just put this teddy bear safely under my blanket, it’s the only thing I have to remind me of her! Every time i bring the teddy close to me it reminds me of when I used to read her Peter Pan. She loved Peter Pan and I always told her she would never grow up like Peter Pan and in my eyes she would always be my precious little Princess, but now she is 15 and will be finishing school soon.The day after it had all happened I woke up and the only thing that would go through my head was what happened, I walked into the kitchen and noticed the loaf of bread packet had been left open with the fresh crumbs scattered round it but I thought that Tracy and Jane were still in bed. The pegs in the porch way were empty, shoes missing, coats taken. I walked into the living room and realised that there was a mysterious note lying there on the dark brown wooden coffee table, it read................ Phil I have gone forever and taken Jane with me.Tracy xx