The Chapters Of Life And Love

Chapter 3: First Steps To "Hell"

"School" a place where it is described as "Hell". They said children hate this place the most although it's not the same way for me.

I was 6 or 7 years old when I first went to an actually school. I started as a first year student at some school im America. It wasn't a fabolous school but it's a fine school.

At that time, my parents were quite busy and stressed most of the time. There were times that they would say things out of anger because of the stress.

They would apologize of course, but there were times that they said something below the belt. It really hurt me and made me distant myself from them sometime.

Anyways, school has been a place where I could let go of the burden of being home. A lot of kids say they hate going to school but it's such a relief expressing yourself and learning a lot of things.

I always wanted to learn more. Learning fascinated me and it just made me more curious about the world we live in. Sometimes I daydream and wonder about the most weirdest things.

I was always intrigued by science. I don't fully understand it but It so nice that science makes a reason or explanation for everything, well not everything but it tries to explain every possible thing that this planet has.

I was a diligent student in school. I would always get a high score, sometimes even a perfect scores on school works. It was hard sometimes but all you gotta do is understand.

Some kids hated me for my knowledge, I don't know why. It kinda hurt me because I was just a person eager to learn about life and I was just like them but I guess jealousy found its way.

Even though I got hated because of my brains, there were some who admire me or look up to me because of it. I didn't have a lot of friends because I was really picky with them but a lot of people know me in school.

I was happy because a lot of people like me and It made me think that they were proud of me. At home, I didn't really feel like my parents were proud. Just empty words coming out of their mouths.

Ever since I distanced myself from my family, I focused a lot more on my studies. I was getting a lot of credit and that is the result of my focus and effort.

In my first year I didn't expect to finish top of my class. I was very proud of myself but on the last day of school, I was really hurt and sad. The teachers were giving out the awards and medals. Since I was top of class I received a lot but my parents weren't there for me even though they were obliged to attend.

My teacher, Ms. Daisy, stood in replacement for my parents and she greeted me with kind and humble words. With what she said, I became less sad and went home with a smile.

Proud, Sebastian

Note from the Author:

A good day to my lovely readers. The author humbly asks for an apology for the extremely late update on this story. He will try his better to update in a faster manner.
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