Monologues About Moving Away Essay

I did not like keeping secrets. I felt guilty. This was a secret I kept. This secret could not be told.

Fifteen year old Danny shivered as Dennis threatened, “I’m going to kick your little ass and teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Nobody really likes to move. At least, I know I don’t. We were living with my grandparents in Tashkent when I was in second grade. We moved into our house in Manhattan when I was about 9 years old. Life was going great. I had lots of good friends that I had been around for a lot. I really liked where we were living and I did not want to leave what I had always known.

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

At the end, I think you knew that, and though you accused me with words and violence, I remained faithful for the few years we had. Even if I begged you to release me, your jealousy and your desire to feel young again would never have allowed you to let me go.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

The boy that’s moved across the street sells penny-flowers. A cent a rose, he says, proudly, A good deal, ‘anjad, ‘anjad.

In the heat of summer 2011, I moved from small town Statesboro, Georgia to Columbia, South Carolina. I was only six at the time, so I hadn’t really thought much about moving to a new house, new school, or even a whole other state. In actual fact, I was mostly enthusiastic about moving. This was a both positive and negative experience for my whole family. This was the year my whole life changed.

Roxanne watched him levelly, and nodded slightly as he withdrew a key. "Jim or James, it is. Maybe Jimmy, Jimbo, or anything else I can think of where warranted." She couldn't help but smirk. She wondered if any combination of nicknames would irritate him. Was it petty for her to want to find something to do so if the opportunity presented itself? She might be a tad-bit spiteful for some time for being roped into all of this. Ultimately, though, she just needed to keep reminding herself of the benefits of this. She would get off scot-free and her car would be back in her possession. Very briefly, she wondered if she should move when - or perhaps if - this little debacle was over. It was something she would ponder later, for he was moving towards

I tried thinking about my past experiences about moving. I guess, that time was the only time I became so worried. I usually don’t care much even though I’ll be moving into a different town or family. I also wondered why I was not as happy as I should be. Beyond everything, it was my first time to live with my mother. I remembered the seminar... who are going to live in a different country. I am happy after realizing that I am not alone. Most of the kids there are first timers too. We talked about things that teenagers usually experience after leaving the Philippines. As expected the kids who are interviewed all experienced home sick. I also remembered when they said that they felt like they were out of place. I wondered if I will also experience

My eyes are wide open now , I see how I was used and treated . I can't describe all your lies , I feel all the pain and beatings I won't miss you anymore. It's time to move on without goodbyes and ignore all the bad memories . This use to be a second home to me , but now its just pitched black , I wonder if anybody will miss me or even know I'm gone , I'll stay far away till I'm ready to come back . All the times it was your way , the reason I left and didn't want to stay . I feel free and more independent , myself is real and no longer fake . Being there all those years was a big mistake . When its time to knock at the door , will you let me back in or push me down to the floor. You were my home away from home , I've thought all of the shit

I honestly have no idea where your head is, how you feel about me, or what you want from me. It’s hard not to assume the worst. It drives me insane trying to sleep at night, instead envisaging that you’re holding someone else. I can’t not cry when I assume that you’re going about your day and I don’t cross your mind once or that you’re happier without me in your life. I think those thoughts more often

I hear screaming in my head. Why those words? Why am I the only one that can hear

When I was about eleven years old my grandma was extremely sick. My parents knew she was not going to make it so my mom decided to return to mexico to see her one last time and help take care of her for the remainder of the time she had. She had always regretted not being able to say goodbye in person to my grandpa so she could not take the chance again. The minute she decided we would go she started packing our bags for our three day long trip by bus. Unfortunately our whole family could not go my father had to stay behind as well as my three brothers who had to stay in school, but my mom did not want to go alone so she chose me to accompany her. Although on the way there I started to regret the trip I feel that I would do it all over again if I could just to see my family once again. The three day trip was not the least bit enjoyable it turns out that I have motion sickness and in the haste of packing and arranging the trip my mom forgot all about me and my car sickness. The whole way there I spent vomiting my guts out nonstop. I got to the point where I could not even hold water down. My mom was worried sick she did not know what to do with me she kept trying to get me to eat but I refused for fear of it all coming back up. But eventually we arrived to our destination even if it was in the middle of the night. My aunts were so overjoyed they immediately welcomed us with open arms. In my stay there I got to see how they lived and made use of everything almost nothing went

I started riding horses at the age of thirteen and then quit two and a half years later at the age of sixteen. The nights I spent at the barn for an eternity were not fun anymore, and as the weeks dragged on it became more of a slow torture to participate in those riding lessons. I had so many other things on my mind and separate activities I wanted to pursue, so I decided it was best to throw in the towel instead of money and time for more lessons. All this having been said, even though it was stressful at this point in my life I still didn’t want to leave behind the horses, friends, and of course the memories I had made in this time span. My trainer and I decided the best way to go out was to do the December Barn Show at the Rocking V Ranch,