The truth

chapter 9 - school

Before I got into school I wasn't that often in my kindergarten, I just were 2 years in my kindergarten and some of that time i didn't even spent there, I spent it with going to therapy, children-therapy.

I went there because my mom didn't knew how to help me. Sometimes I used to scream just because of an argument, some neighbours called the police and we had to walk around late at night so I can calm down

This therapy really wasn't the best place to go.
The people there were the worst actually and they treated me like shit. Everytime my mom told me in the morning that I have to go there, I cried.

But then I got in to school. On the first school day I did not wanted to go, I had to wear a dress and I really hated dresses. We went to school and everything felt so strange, I knew no one.
When we went in the classroom I felt so wrong in there. But I met my elementary school best friend.

We were really good friends and soon we were a group of friends that used to meet each other everyday. We watched the best films together, danced to music and just the things you do as a child. Sometimes we fought about the smalles
things but we always found each other again.

In summer we always had this "summer celebration" where all school kids came and their parents, we had some nice games there that every class made by their self. So, in the end of my first year at this school we had this day and me and my friends went there, even my mom came but the suprising thing is my dad came there too..

We had no contact for a long time and then he was there, right there at my school.
I was happy, but a bit confused.
Well me and my parents started going around and I wanted to try out all these games.
We went to a little tent where you can draw your own picture and then add it to your shirt.
So, I drew this picture and my parents were standing behind me, I heard them talking.
I was copying a picture of a girl that was next to me because I liked her design.
My dad asked me „are you copying her drawing?"
I denied it.
I drew some other pictures.
I wanted to turn around to show them to my parents. They stood real close to each other, like really close, I saw it in the corner of my eyes and when I turned around it was so awkward and both of them walked away from each other.
But I realised, they still like each other, even after all what happend.

The time there flew away and the day was coming to an end. We were about to go, I didn't saw my dad anymore.
My mom asked me „what do you think about going to dad's house today?"
I was really happy again.
I didn't even knew to that time that my dad and his ex-girlfriend broke up, don't know why.
So we went to my dads house where he used to live with her and the room where I used to sleep on the floor was mine. I was so damn happy.
It really felt like we all would be a family again.

But, what about our old apartment?