My New Horrible Life

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After my transplantation aka cancer treatment, I had to re-start 4th grade again. The teachers meant that I had lost a lot of studies and that I had a lot to catch up on again. Afther this news, I never wanted to start on my old school again. I wanted to have a new start, and I got it. I got a new start in a new school.

Everything went well, I wasn't shy. I was confident than ever. I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, even tho I had very short hair since I had to shave my head. Things were going well and people started to like me. Or correction, boys. Boys in my class started to like me. And because of this, girls started to hate me. They would drag me into unneccesary dramas that I had nothing to do with.

There were only two girls in my class that didn't hate me, Angel and Maya. Angel was the only one who saw the sparkle in me. She was also the first one to approach me when I first started at the new school. She was really sweet and kind. We were about to become friends. But then I found another girl that had the same intersts as me, Maya.

Maya had a symptom. I'm not sure what it's called for, but it made her stop growing mentally. Which means, back then, we were about 9/10 years old. But as time went on, she would always be stuck at that age and she would never really grow up. Because of this, she had no friends. We were best friends for about a year. However, as the time changed, so did my mind and interests. Maya was now a little too childish for me, so I started hanging more out with Angel. Maya didn't like this ofcourse. And since Angel was twins with the most popular girl in our class, people would use that against me. They would always complain to the teachers that I would hang out with Angel insead of Maya, and since Maya was a little... lets say, "special", the teachers would always pay attention to her and they would always try to get me to hang with her.

When I finally got out of this issue, I could finally be with Angel and we could finally hang out together as much as we wanted. Well, thats what I thought...

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