Summer was gloomy that year, after that incident. I spent so much time alone in my room, just going back with my memory and analyzing what had happened. At that moment, I felt like those memories weren't mine, even now that I'm writing this I feel as if I'm telling somebody's story and not my own..
I couldn't believe how I lived my life like that. 'How could I be so naive.. so stupid' I used to ask myself.
So, summer vacation was spent just like that, in a room..
Then hell time arrived again, high school again. Only the girl that was attending school this time wasn't the same old one they knew.. I was a bit relieved since many of my classmates failed and it wasn't only me.
I had put goals in my mind for that year; first of all, was paying a visit to a doctor to cure the heavy burden in my face, that somehow belonged to the girl I was and not to the new me. It belonged to the girl I hated the most, and I didn't want to be reminded of her.. so I had to get rid of that terrible skin that she had..
Secondly, I wanted actually a revenge.. From who? From whoever bullied me..
Honestly, it was boys that were in my mind to take revenge from. I wanted to be pretty, make them fall for me and then break their hearts and walk away.. I wanted to do that so badly..
So, school started afresh and I started afresh along with it.
As soon as I put my head into studies my anger fade away, I didn't even felt any hatred towards who treated me like that anymore. I felt rather sad for them, for being so shallow and ignorant.
That year was getting better and better, I was confident enough to stand for myself. Confident to stare at those who bully me in the eyes with a sharp scary look, that somehow made them stop. At first I didn't expect that I would be able to stare like that; And it was kind of surprising that they actually felt threatened by my look.. Maybe it held the anger of years.. and perhaps I was willing to take it as far as I could if they didn't stop right there..
Studies were going great. I never expected to be good at studying. I was one of the top students in class. And I got high marks not only in English this time, but in almost every other subject.. My confidence started growing bit by bit, and I grew happier;
I made friends 'real ones' and that year was officially a great one after I recieved my bac certificate with a fine mark..
