I suppose you want me to start from the beginning right?
Well it all started when back at the beginning of 11th grade. My friends were dwindling as was my emotional state. When my grades slipped beyond the point of no return I made the tough decision to leave the few friends I did have behind and leave my high school and go to New Roots Charter School...
Everything was so different. and it took some time to get used to.
One class that was especially different was chorus. Especially on this particalar day that our teacher was out. We didn't have an official subsitute so Awesome P was assigned to look after our class for the day. It turned into more of a group thereapy, becasue he didn't know anything about music and we started talking about how someone must first respect themselves before they can respect others. I challenged this statement using myself as an example. Saying that I clearly didn't respect myself if I were willing to scare my body, but that I doubt Awesome P of anyone else in the room would argue that I didn't respect them. We talked about that for a while before moving on to the improtance of a best friends. At the time I didn't have a best friend. There was no one I felt comfortable enough sharing everything with. We all went around in a circle and answered yes or no to the question "Do you have someone you can tell everything to?" Everyone answered yes untill they got to me. I had to tell everyone that no I didn't. They all tried searching for one out of the people I talked to, but I hadn't been there long enough. Half the class gave me there numbers.
Soon everyone moved onto light hearted peer advice while I curled up and cried at the realization that I had no one. A few people noticed me like RB and came up to talk to me for the remainder of class which was nice, because no had ever done that when I was crying in my old school.
When the bell rang I booked it ot the bus and sat down waiting for my friend AW to get on. I couldn't tell her anything and everything, but we were close enough that I could hope she would make me feel better.
When she got on the bus she was pulled into the seat accrossed from me by CC, so I just accepted that and curled tighter into a ball. Moments later I find myself lifting my head to watch AW push and shove CC telling him to let her up. When he just sits there like a sack of potatos and asks why. She says "She's crying!" as she jumps over him into my seat and hugs me.
Aparntly this event is what sparked CC's interest in me.
