Piggy Monologue

My anxiety flutted around in my chest and gripped each breath like a vice. The daunting and steep steps danced in my mind making the simple task of walking up stairs more difficult than the impossible task to run a mile in a minute. Next, a boy pushed the door open behind him almost as an afterthought, but in my chaotic mind it was the best thing all morning to happen. On the dreadful first day of school, chivalry was not dead, or at least that’s how I was able to comprehend his actions. I glanced around unsurely before starting to slowly walk towards the freshman commons; each eye that meets mine screamed enthusiasm. My panic attack inhibited me from noticing a small group of All Saints kids in the right corner of the freshman commons, for
After reading the Lord of the Flies, I feel that I can relate to Piggy and how his differences did not inhibit his ability to form good friendships. Piggy’s asthma restricted him from keeping up with others; however, his disability made him slow down and observe what was truly happening. And in some twisted way, my fear transcribing into panic attacks forced a reality on me that was at once incomprehensible. Piggy did not allow for his outside appearance to hold back his opinions, and he eventually came to the conclusion that he had the ability to lead as well. Piggy having confidence in himself caused internal changes, and once I had pride in new friends I gained the confidence I had once
A constant war bounced around in mind as I wondered if coming to this game was worth the stress. I chatted with teachers on my way inside feeling relieved to see familiar faces. Next, I made my way towards the hill besides the expansive bleachers. The smell of cheap perfumes and colognes mixing together stung my nose as people stand way too close in small groups. I greeted the people whom I had made acquaintances within the first week of school before gravitating to a close friend. She introduces me to the people she is standing with before pulling me aside and letting me in on all the pointless things that had happened before I arrived. The entire night we disregarded the football game and bounced between groups. We were both confused that our old friend group fell apart, and as a team we wanted to find a group of people who would fit both our interest. However nothing seemed to fit and the pressure began to build as the groups got annoyed at our constant motion back and forth between the two groups. Then, my friend and I gave up and we decided to make our own group of friends who didn’t pressure us to fit a certain cookie