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Juno Monologue

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I do not go to school for the rest of the week because at this point, who's making me? I only ever leave the safety of my room to either get food, take a shower, or use the bathroom, but only when my mother and father are gone. I don’t even taint with the project, or even bother to pick up the phone calls, despite the fact Juno has called at least fifty times. But I can’t help but read the text messages that she sends. Juno: Hey, Todd, where were you today? Juno: Lunch is kinda lonely here, just me and Violet. Juno: Are you in one of those moods again? I mean, it’s okay if you are, but I really miss your funny jokes. Everyone else is dull around here. The list goes on and on. The only thing I can’t wrap my head around is that Violet, …show more content…

Monday morning came faster than I expected. I want to hide back under my covers, much like I did most of last week, but I promised Juno I would show up today. Today is a not okay day. I’m feeling peevish and irritable. Go home, my brain says, you're safer there. I need something to tell my brain to just be quiet, even if it’s just for a second. I slap myself upside the head. That should do it, I think. I do it once more for good measure. I get to history class after a brutal fight with my mind over should I ditch class today or not? For once I win, but it doesn’t feel like it because I’m here. The bell rings, and for a second I think it’s my mind ringing instead of the bell. “Time for progress reports,” Mr. Tuck says as he begins to call out students names. “Todd, what’s your progress so far?” I think for a long couple of seconds before I can come to the conclusion of nothing, but I remember that, yes, I did learn something. “I’m adopted,” I say loud and clear for the whole class to hear. Everyone’s heads begin to shift towards me. “I’m adopted. End of story. I have no heritage. That’s my …show more content…

I’m about to up and leave the class for good, and not come back. Class is nearly over anyway. “Todd, please stay after class so I can talk to you,” Mr. Tuck says as he shifts his glasses from the tip of his cherry red nose to the brim. The bell rings again, this time indicating that class is over. This time I know it’s not in my head. “Todd, come sit,” Mr. Tuck says as he pats a chair that is next to his desk. “What was the outburst about in class?” “I’m adopted,” I mumble, even though he should already know what the ‘outburst’ was for. “Okay, so you're adopted. That doesn’t mean that your project is over with, Todd.” “What do you mean my project isn’t over? I’ve hit a dead end, Sir, and this time there is no way to avoid it. I can’t swerve around this.” “That’s the thing, Todd, you don’t swerve around it, you find a different road. Just because your adopted doesn’t mean you don’t have heritage. You have to dig deeper, Todd.” I give him a blank, vacant stare. I’ve always swerved around things. What if there isn’t a different road? What then, Mr. Tuck. I don’t ask these questions out loud, but he can tell I’m thinking

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