I don't want to go to schoolA Poem by RELavenderThis is a monologue I performed in theater arts about how going to school made me feel.I
don’t wanna go to school. I don’t have any friends, except for the girls that
don't speak English. I can’t understand them, because everyone can speak
Spanish but me. People don’t like me because I’m at Purple level, the top one,
and because these two mean girls make everyone hate me. In the fall, when I
cough too much to go outside, I play with the dolls in the library by myself.
I’m happy I’m moving, but my class is happier, they all cheered when I told
them. I am
so scared. Everything about this place is different. The people are lighter,
and the houses are bigger, and the stores are so far away; I can’t even walk to
school. I’ve never seen so many white people in one place before. They look at
like I’m an alien, or an animal. They already think I’m weird, and I haven’t
done anything yet. Now, I understand what Mommy and Daddy mean when they say
we’re minorities. I am happy that my backpack is the same as this other girl’s,
but when I tell her, she just looks at me funny and put her backpack under her
desk. I’m never going to fit in with these people. I
want to lie to myself and say “Maybe I’ll finally make some friends this year,”
but I know I won’t. I try, I really do, but I don’t know how. Mommy can’t make
“hang-outs” for me like she could playdates. The middle school is so huge. I
just know I’m going to get lost, but I won’t be able to ask the big kids for
help; they'll probably ignore me anyway.
I can’t even get my locker combination right. My homeroom teacher scares
me, and she picks on me all the time. She makes everything so much harder
because she gives my classmates more reasons to laugh at me. I don’t like this
school. My parents think my only friend is a bad influence; they’re right, but
she’s the only friend I have. I had another friend for a little while last
year, but we’re not friends anymore; I still want to be friends with her. I try
to hang-out with her friends, but she cursed me out, so I ran away and don’t
talk to them anymore. I can’t wait to be done with this year. I thought I
had made friends, last year, and we’d talked for a lot of this year. But, my
other friend told me that they talk about me behind my back. Everyone else does
it, but I want my friends to be people who don’t. This one girl doesn’t even
hide it. She sits right in front of me in English. She’ll cup her hand over her
mouth and whisper loudly to the girl next to her. I know she means for me to
hear it. Why is everyone so mean? Even the people that seem nice just pretend
to like to me because they feel bad for me. You know that other friend? It
turns out she lied just to break up our friend group, and I believed her. I’m
such an idiot; I always turn away the few friends I have. I don’t want to walk onto that campus today. Middle
school was hard enough; high school is going to be ten times harder. I don’t
know half the grade, but I do know it’s just 200 more people to judge me.
People wave at me, pretending to be happy to see me. I wave back; I can
pretend, too. Maybe if I act really nice people will finally like me. I just can’t be bothered to care anymore. School is
school; people are people. Why should I care about what they think? I carry
around a sack of notebooks every day, and write in them, sometimes when my math
teacher’s talking, but I still get the lesson. A group of seniors were looking
around and laughing in choir. Probably not at me, though. Seniors have to see
me to make fun of me. For theater arts, I had to come school dressed as someone
else; I chose to be a model for the day. A lot of people stared at me in the
halls, and I’m not going to lie; it felt nice to not be invisible for once. My
history teacher needed help taking down decorations, so I volunteered to climb
the ladder, even though I was wearing a dress. It wasn't not a big deal, I was
wearing shorts anyway. Not that he paid attention enough to thank me, even
though he thanked the rest of the class. There’s this monologue assignment I
have to do for theater arts, maybe I’ll write about how I sit with only four
people at lunch, and though it would be a big deal when I was little, having a
few loyal friends doesn’t bother me now. © 2016 RELavenderAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 22, 2016 Last Updated on June 22, 2016 AuthorRELavenderAboutMy name is Royanne; I'm sixteen and I am a total book nerd. Plus I write a lot. I am a sci-fi person, aka: Doctor Who all the way. So, I don't do realistic fiction or romance too well; I apologiz.. more..Writing
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