I came back this year to my school as I already knew it had a sixth form to study Health and Social Care, Business Studies and ICT.
I also came back blonde. Over the summer I had highlights from my Mom's friend in the hairdressing business. I remember as she looked at my work she actually said how I'd managed to not catch the underneath of my hair but a fifteen year old doing it for the first time without knowing everything I was doing I took it as a compliment.
As we all grouped together in the sixth form and there were a lot of us we all understand there was going to be a new beginning for this school. Not only had new buildings and extensions been made our Head of sixth form spoke and introduced another guy. He was a teacher within a previous highschool, the high school my sister would have gone to if she'd have gone (because remember Mom made this journey over here everyday for me) but now this was the first year of Annie starting school with me!
There was a new building with new classrooms opposite the science block and they extended from our library so at the back of our library there were whole new corridors and classrooms behind it.
As we all listened to where our form rooms would be, for these last two years I was going to be over the PE department. I was quite excited about this and to be going over there every day (as those stairs I had once stormed up in temper from a dance class were stairs to form rooms.) Our form teacher was actually head of the PE team and I both liked and respected her so I hoped we'd get on.
I found that my form teacher Mrs Williams taught Heath and Social Care for others of us who had requested this. Our first set of homework was to go home and write down everything we ate in a week, what we drank and if we did any exercise.
The following week I was so surprised no body within my class ate the same as me. I'd be eating mashed potatoes with peas and baby carrots with Gammon for tea when I got home whereas others had chips with their meals and eating crisps and sweets on the way into school for breakfast. It opened up my eyes to other people's lifestyles but when I spoke what I had starting with Branflakes and orange juice in the morning, I got immediate approval from my teacher.Lucy, the talented musical friend who I recognised from Middle School had come from the other school and pleased to see her, we picked up our friendship again. I did see Marc for a short period in that year perhaps the first few days but after a while he must have decided it wasn't for him and dropped out.
I sat with Lucy around a group of people who she partly already knew and I knew the one lad because of my next door neighbour Victoria. The next thing I knew was Lucy started intensly swearing and I was so shocked. I had never before heard her swear and a little voice in the back of my head was begging for her to stop and cool it as it made me very uncomfortable but Lucy didn't stop or do anything of the sort like chill her language, she continues and pretty soon every one around us stopped being so shocked by her swearing and just started accepting she would.
One morning as I was working away in the downstairs computer room because we did have a lot of free periods within our timetable every one started rushing to the window and I hear every one shouting fight! Fight! Fight - like we were suddenly kids. I couldn't stand fights or why others would engage in the brutal force that left some one hurt so I carried on.
"Hey Kimberly!" Someone then yells
"Isn't that your sister?"What?
I dropped everything that I was doing and ran out to her. I actually had to barge others out of my way to get to her because crowds emerged like they'd never seen a fight. They would pretty soon see what I would do in a minute for my sister but the fight had stopped and now I had got my sister next to me.
"Are you alright?"
"She pulled my tie," Annie answered.I looked at the group of girls opposite us wondering which girl it was. Teachers came out and got everyone to move it along but I stayed with her to make sure she was alright.
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Fallen From Grace
Short StoryA story based on real experiences and events through the relationships and hardships of life whilst diagnosed from Mosaic Down Syndrome.