My story "begins" here. It was late 2018. I was in 4th grade I think. I don't know for sure. I was 10 years old. I went to a private school, which shall remain nameless. I was over at a friends house, practicing for a talent show, when my mother arrived to pick me up. I asked her if we could stay a bit longer and she said we needed to pick up my phone, I was confused, as I had never asked for a cell phone. We go to the store and my brother is there. Bla bla bla, I am excited yes yes, now I realize why she got me this phone. I was changing schools. The private school was very..very expensive, 40,000$ a year per child. thats 80,000$ per year. This was the only school I had ever been to, so I couldn't comprehend anything new.
MY mother told me to add everyone I wanted to on my phone so I could text them. Okay, fast forward to the summer. I go to camp, its great. Now the thanksgiving of 2019, I am texting my friends, I send a funny drawing I did that just looked weird and odd. My friend..my best friend for 4 years. started complaining about it and deleted me from all the chats. I stayed friends with a few of them, but I sadly cannot contact most of my old "friends".
Gladly I made about 7 new friends at this new school. I was only able to attend school at this new public school for about 7 months. I had a uniform at my private school, which was horrid for a person such as me. I hate tight clothing and the girls had to wear leggings and dresses in the winter, and skirts or dresses in the summer. The boys could wear shorts and normal shirts whenever. The clothes were made of this awful cotton/wool itchy fiber and it was bad. I mean bad.
When I was 4-5 I started doing Taekwondo, which is a form of Korean martial arts. I did that, nothing big, just every day after school. I still do martial arts virtually. I am a certified first degree black belt so I am higher than black belt, a lot of effort was put in to get here. I took a 2 hour written test and a 4 hour physical test. It was fun but really hard.
So..thats where it starts.. I will write a page a day for a whole year. I will then have a full biography.
-Alastor Epione
Saturday, February 20, 2021
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12 years
RandomThe story of 12 years. This story follows me in my discovery of myself and how I handled it. From friendships and first crushes, to getting my first binder. Follow me in my journey of being the person I always was meant to be. Saturday, February 20...
