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Personal Narrative: Monologue Of An Outsider

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Monologue of an Outsider (Running on stage) I’m finally home. (Taking off backpack) I don’t want to ever go back to school again. I wish I never moved to Canada. Life was so much better in the States where I’d have all my friends around. (Looking at photos of friends) Now that I’m in a different country, I’ve lost contact with all my friends. My parents said we were going to have a better life here in Canada because my dad found a better job and found a nice house and I was looking forward to living here. But things aren’t going so well. It’s just the first day of school and I’ve not had a good experience. At recess, this really tall guy confronted me and asked me if I was the new kid and if I had any friends. I was like, “…yeah…and no” and

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