Cross Country Camp Monologue

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When I stepped out of the car for Cross Country Camp, I couldn't tell if I actually wanted to be there. I had been looking forward to this event for months, but part of me still wanted to hop back in my van and go home. At home there wasn't anything to prove, and I didn't feel like people were watching me everywhere I went. Even so, I picked up my suitcase and checked the cabin listings. To my dismay, I had three of the most popular girls in my cabin. Popular people and I don't mix well, so I reminded myself that I would have to stay out of their way. Just as a precaution. My best friend Hannah and I were bunking together, so that was a plus. Shortly afterward, Coach called a meeting explaining what the general rules for camp were. It was pretty much all the basics. Like when curfew was, or how meals would be working. At the end of his speech, he told us freshmen to hang out with any upperclassmen that asked us to do something. For me that translated to I'm forcing the upperclassmen to be nice to you, so you'd better go along with it. …show more content…

It seemed everywhere I went a different group was asking me to do something with them. I felt like a charity case, the person everyone felt sorry for. Why couldn't Coach just let Hannah and I stick together? What was so bad about not getting to know people? That night I ended up crying myself to sleep. I was drowning in fake niceness. If nobody actually cared what I did, why did people pretend to be nice to me? Belonging is always a nice feeling, but I'd rather be an outcast if it means I'm not imposing on

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