October Monologue

As the sun shone through the crack of my window curtain I woke up with blood rushing through my body as today was the day, I would begin a new section of my life, the journey of high school. Thousands of thoughts were rushing through my mind at 100 kilometres an hour. Will I fit in? Will I make friends? Will I have nice teachers? Will I be bullied? That is when I panicked but my father assured me over breakfast that I would be fine if I followed school rules and acted like a man. Therefore, like a man, I put my blazer on and set out on this new phase of life.
As I shut the front door, I felt a slight breeze brush past my cheeks. A memory suddenly came back to me, which was first day of primary school, where my parents did a lot for me. Such as driving me to school and
My heart was pumping so hard I tensed my fists, but I knew it was not the right thing to do. A wog is what Australians considered Europeans when they migrated in Australia.
“What are you gonna do about it, bushy eye brows?” Angus wanted my locker because my locker was at the perfect height because it was at shoulder level where you did not need to bend down.
I saw a teacher coming towards me; it was Miss Atkins, which saved me from making an inappropriate comment.
“Angus! A beg your pardon! How dare you say racist comments! We humans are all the same! Go to the principal’s office, now!” As I stood beside Miss Atkins, my blood boiled in rage.
“Marco, don’t be ashamed of who you are. When I was around your age, people said racist things to me but those words did not change me,” Said Miss Atkins. Her words were similar to my fathers.
Lunch was almost over and in the distance I could see Angus coming towards me. I stood like a lion and did not back away. As he approached me he said, “Marco, I know sorry doesn’t change the past but I do take back what I said. In respect you may have the top locker” I respected his decision in apologising and giving me my locker