Costa Rica Monologue
I waited a few moments, before shoving my face into the pillow and letting out a painful shriek. Hot tears fell from my eyes and I could only hear one person screaming: me. I can’t believe it. Mom was leaving me for Costa Rica. There must be something I could do to go with Mom. After I spent a few minutes of mourning, I rolled off my bed and hauled my body over to the door and turned the knob. I saw a shiny bright blue suitcase. I grabbed it and threw it on my bed. This suitcase... It’s the same one I had when we moved from LA. A flood of tears showered my face. This isn’t fair! Why couldn’t Mom finish school before I was born? Maybe then, I could have a normal life. All the memories, those precious memories, put away in a bright blue case. There were so many emotions; loneliness, sadness, frustration. I didn’t know how to express them other than... anger. What was
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Instead of going to Nana’s, I will see if I can get an extra ticket to Costa Rica.”
Joy overpowered all the other feelings that were stirring up inside of me.
“Thank you.” I replied.
I went back into my room to start packing. This went even better than I expected it to turn out. At least now I can hang out with Mom and not alone. A few hours passed and my suitcase was packed. I heard the door creak open. I turned my head to see Mom standing in the doorway.
“Izzy, if you’re going to come with me to Costa Rica we are going to need to set up some ground rules.” She walked into my room and sat on the bed. “First, I won’t be back to the room until about eight, so I want you to be in the room when I get back. Second, don’t explore too far away from the hotel so you don’t get lost. And finally... have fun!” She beamed with delight.
“Okay Mom.” I responded, whining. I pushed her out of the room in haste to get changed into more comfortable clothes. I laid in my bed. Like a ritual, when the sun descended, every night I would ponder on about anything and
Instead of going to Nana’s, I will see if I can get an extra ticket to Costa Rica.”
Joy overpowered all the other feelings that were stirring up inside of me.
“Thank you.” I replied.
I went back into my room to start packing. This went even better than I expected it to turn out. At least now I can hang out with Mom and not alone. A few hours passed and my suitcase was packed. I heard the door creak open. I turned my head to see Mom standing in the doorway.
“Izzy, if you’re going to come with me to Costa Rica we are going to need to set up some ground rules.” She walked into my room and sat on the bed. “First, I won’t be back to the room until about eight, so I want you to be in the room when I get back. Second, don’t explore too far away from the hotel so you don’t get lost. And finally... have fun!” She beamed with delight.
“Okay Mom.” I responded, whining. I pushed her out of the room in haste to get changed into more comfortable clothes. I laid in my bed. Like a ritual, when the sun descended, every night I would ponder on about anything and