i need a 1 miute monologue for a female role from the following plays as close to age 13 as posible:?

The Member Of the Wedding McCullers, C.
A Raisin In The Sun Hansberry, L.
A Taste Of Honey Delaney, S.
A Young Lady Of Prosperity Foote, H.
Blue Denim Herlihy, J. L.
Brighton Beach Memoirs Simon, N.
Butterflies Are Free Gershe, L.
Crimes Of The Heart Henley, B.
Identity Crisis Durang, C.
Does a Tiger Wear A Necktie Peterson, D.
The Fantasticks Schmidt & Jones
Feiffer’s People Feiffer, J.
Happy Birthday, Wanda June Vonnegut, K.
In White America Duberman, M.
Our Town Wilder, T.
Summer And Smoke Williams, T.
The Bad Seed Anderson, M.
The Children’s Hour Hellman
The matchmaker Wilder, T
The Rainmaker Nash, R.

Louisa’s monologue “Don’t Let me be Normal” from the Fantastiks. a great, but slightly overdone piece. i used it to get into a acting school (and made it in) Louisa is supposed to be 16 so it would be a 3 year age diff if you don’t care :) well anyway, break legs!!!
(btw there are a bunch of different versions of this piece, but this is the one I used)
Here it is!
This morning a bird woke me up. It was a lark, or a peacock or something like that. Some strange sort of bird that I had never heard! So I said “Hello”. And it vanished, flew away, the very moment I said “Hello”! (Pause) It was quite mysterious. (Think)So do you know what I did? I went to my mirror and brushed my hair two hundred times, without stopping. (Act out motions)And as I was brushing it, my hair turned mauve. (Scared, then) No, honestly! Mauve! (Matter-of-faculty) and then red. Then some sort of a deep blue when the sun hit it…. (Confused) (Pause) I’m sixteen years old, and ever day something new happens to me! I don’t know what to make of it. (Pause)When I get up in the morning and get dressed, I can tell…something’s different. (Think)I like to touch my eyelids, because they’re never quite the same! Oh, oh, oh! (Like you are singing) I hug myself till my arms turn blue, (Act out motions) then I close my eyes and cry and cry till the tears come down and I can taste them. (Act out motions)I love to taste my tears. (Pause, then)I am special. I am special! Please god, please, don’t let me be normal!

‘The Matchmaker’ monologue, Horace Vandergelder