Quiet Maxine Monologue

“Quiet, Max, it’ll be okay,” my mom whispered, as she soothingly attempts to calm me down. I looked around and wondered how this would actually happen to me, a small-town girl. My name’s Maxine, also known as Max to close friends and family, and I’m a 12-year-old who lives in Rome, Italy, the country shaped like a boot. I have brown, curly, hair and brown eyes. I live with both of my parents. My father, George, a tall guy with brown, curly hair and dark brown eyes. My mother, Viviana, also has brown hair, but it’s wavy and she’s the only one in our family who has bright, green eyes. We were all enjoying breakfast while having a conversation about what we were all doing today. In the middle of our conversation, we heard the church bell go off,
We start talking with the ladies that had taken care of us in their home. They go into more detail about a word called feudalism which is basically the different levels of society and how the exchange land for protection, and for us, we give our services for protection. We didn't say much until we heard a loud horn which supposedly meant it was time for us to go out and work. The whole day we were being helped by really nice people who seemed to be consent with their position in society. I was put to work in the fields planting crops with my mother. At the end of the day, I was exhausted. My mom and I shared a bed since we were in a small house area. We laid down and talked about my dad, our old community, old friends, family, and how it has all changed. But for now, this might be the safest bet for us, and I know my father would be happy. I look up at the ceiling smiling, knowing he is in heaven watching over us. As long as we do our part in society, I'm sure we'll be safe. And in the end, who would have ever known that a small, Roman girl's life would end up like this? I certainly