Abby Monologue

Abby was born on March 29, 2003. She lives in Drayton, ON. Abby has a sister she loves dearly. She enjoys being with her friends and playing with her fat cat, Buddy. Abby likes to play soccer and swim. She enjoys eating, and takes it up as a hobby.

I trace the line, straight across. The crisp, perfect line relieves me. The paper is surprisingly thin, and a porcelain white colour. Three more lines I draw, tracing the old, dull, and fading lines. I am an artist, writing in slick red.
I'm not making a masterpiece. I'm making a bigger mess—a mess for the mess: perfect, classic, sensible. Thin streams of water begin to fall on my piece, dripping from my eyes. Why can't it just be beautiful? I want beauty, perfection. I want everything I'm not.
Call me names and start rumours behind my back, as if that isn’t enough.
I feel lonely and upset. Yes, I have friends—no, wait, I had friends, until all of them turned out to be fake. People stick horrible notes on my locker as if they will change me. They treat me as if I’m less of a human.
All I do is walk around, showing no signs of pain, but underneath it all, I’m falling apart. You can keep trying till the death of me, but I’ll never let you see the smallest tear.
Now, that was all of the elementary school. Did you really think I would let that ruin my whole life? Oh, please. I was a very mature kid for my age; otherwise, none of that would’ve made sense to any other child.
Grade six, my second year of middle school, changed my life completely. I wanted a new life and a new start. I changed schools. I was no longer in pain.
I was accepted for who I am, and I made new, true friends. People thought I was cool and unique, and I was treated so kindly by everyone. Of course, there were some haters, but I slowly realized that they shouldn’t matter to me. I started not to care about what others would think about me. I’d never been so happy in my