Begin Again

Picture this

I decided to write Sally a letter. I couldn't tell her face to face. I just couldn't. But I knew if I didn't tell her she would send me back. I couldn't go back. Heres how it went:

Sally,

Picture this. An innocent first year, twelve years old starting secondary. Can you imagine her? Her long brown hair dead straight, sparkling green eyes, shiny new black shoes, new schoolbag packed with brand new books and a perfect uniform. Her parents kissing her on the cheek as she left for her first day at secondary. As she walked in the gate of her new school, her heart was racing with excitement. All the new friends she would have. All the memories she would have here.

That girl was me.

One week later, I left the same school almost in tears. They all ignored me, nobody would talk to me. Everyday of my life. As I walked the corridors, I could hear them all giggling behind my back. Teachers began to get suspicous, why I sat alone in the library, reading all through lunch. Or why when we had to do group work, I was always left out. But they never said anything. One day, I went to the bathrooms and found out I had a hate wall. They laughed at my hair, critized the way I walked, and even how I spoke. I just wanted to know what I had done. Why did they hate me so much?

The worst part was when I got home, I had to pretend everything was alright. I couldn't tell anyone, not even my parents. I didn't want to worry them. They seemed concerned though. They noticed that I never went out with friends and also they noticed that my eyes had lost their sparkle. 

This still goes on in school right now, a year later. I have survived 2 years in that school, but if you send me back, I don't think I could take it any longer. Please don't. I need to get away from it all. I need to begin again.

Leah.

I pushed the letter quietly under the door to Sallys office, before she arrived for her shift and ran back upstairs, wondering what her reaction would be.