Visalia Monologue

Oh my mother. She’s always so loud, inspirational, and festive. Always nagging on and on to get out out for once and discover something new. Always telling me to get out of my shell. But this “shell” of mine is the only thing keeping me alive.And how can I discover something new when there is never something new here in Visalia? But no, she wouldn’t stop trying, no matter how much I try and tell her. She also tells me to smile more. But how? There is always a downside to everything, and when you don’t see it coming, BAM! Good thing I’m ready by knowing this, so I won’t end up crushed.
And school? Don’t get me started. Being a freshman isn’t easy. These halls are full of rumors, assumptions, and judgement. How do I even escape, or survive with this? Easy said, my violin. I fell in love with the violin when I was only five years old, when I first moved here to Visalia from LA. Most kids back then would want to go see a Barney concert. But me? I would want to see a symphony play right in front of my eyes. And yet, my mother encouraged this, and bought me a violin. She told me that music always runs down the family.
I watched the leaves fall. The reds and oranges and yellow, falling down like snow. I always loved observing the scenery. Taking in mother nature's gift to us. This was also the chance to relax, and to not think of
I grabbed my backpack and wearily headed to my same school, to my same locker, next to the same people. Sadly unlike Carnitas, this gets old. But this day, immediately changed. A boy with long hair and a FCB outfit walked to me cheerfully, almost like a skip. This was my friend Ajay, the social butterfly of the school. He told me about this new garden down at Gibson Street. Finally! Something new in this town. I nodded as he kept talking. “That’s nice to know.” I calmly responded. He asked if I was going to go there, I shrugged. He said he hoped to see me there, and