Old Mango Street Monologue
It's the middle of December and I'm convinced I'm dying of depression. Not the depression where I sulk in my bed all day long but the kind where I'm in desperate need of some sort of excitement in life. Mid semester finals are just about over and I'm already drowning in work for all of my classes for next semester. I'm seventeen and seventeen year olds should not have to deal with this much stress in their lives. I mean between Spanish and Statistics, I think I might be the first teen to die from a brain overload. Right now, I sit in Spanish IV practically drooling over a worksheet. A hand tightens on mine and I snap to attention. I turn to face the dark green eyes of my best friend Logan. Her fire-like hair is half up, half down today.
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Her lower lip pushed out in a pouty look. "What?" On days like these everything annoys me. Even her. She wears a thick green cardigan that makes her look like a leprechaun. "You stayed up reading last night didn't you?" She shows concern but she knows there isn't anything she can do to keep me from reading. That's one thing almost everyone knows about me which says a lot because people know close to nothing about me. I have a new book in my hand every day. Books to me is what Netflix is to other people. Although reading isn’t the thing that makes you the most popular girl in school I do it anyway. That's a reason I think I'm depressed. I read so much and I go through so many adventures that sitting here in school worrying about my future seems very overrated. Emily Dickens once said, "Forever is composed of nows." I've always thought about what it would be like to pick up my life here in Phoenix and truly do what I want to do with my life instead of doing what any stereotypical teenager does now. Everyone in this world is only average, especially me. But that's my problem. I don't want to be just average. I'm so tired of being just average. I have the passion and drive to pick up and leave I just can't do it. I have my dad and my twin brother, Chase to constantly worry
Her lower lip pushed out in a pouty look. "What?" On days like these everything annoys me. Even her. She wears a thick green cardigan that makes her look like a leprechaun. "You stayed up reading last night didn't you?" She shows concern but she knows there isn't anything she can do to keep me from reading. That's one thing almost everyone knows about me which says a lot because people know close to nothing about me. I have a new book in my hand every day. Books to me is what Netflix is to other people. Although reading isn’t the thing that makes you the most popular girl in school I do it anyway. That's a reason I think I'm depressed. I read so much and I go through so many adventures that sitting here in school worrying about my future seems very overrated. Emily Dickens once said, "Forever is composed of nows." I've always thought about what it would be like to pick up my life here in Phoenix and truly do what I want to do with my life instead of doing what any stereotypical teenager does now. Everyone in this world is only average, especially me. But that's my problem. I don't want to be just average. I'm so tired of being just average. I have the passion and drive to pick up and leave I just can't do it. I have my dad and my twin brother, Chase to constantly worry