My 1672 Story

Dear diary,

Monday 9th January 1672.
The idea of moving schools has never frightened me, not once. Being surrounded by new friends creating a new chapter in your life. As I say there are always angels among the devils, this means that there is always kind people in among the crowds and gangs of viloent bullies. Well that's what I thought! Do you think that? Really? I was wrong.

As soon as I walked through the threatening and monochrome school gates, that was it. I was alone away from the world I knew, to be isloated from everything and everyone I knew. Great start to my new experience - getting lost on my way to tutor, great. Just what I needed. Death stares followed me as I timidly crepped around the school looking for my room. Eventually T9, my  tutor. Late on the first day was never my plan. Clandestine atmospheres flooded through the door as soon as I opened it. All at once invading my presence, killing my  entrance. People looked at me with a fallacious glance and a smirk on their faces. I had just walked into the wrong room! Everyone laughed at me as my cheeks blushed the colour of blood. For now I realised that high school was not all it seemed to be.

By the time I arrived at my class, the bell had rung. Before I could stop myself I was crying and out of nowhere struggling to breathe as if someone had just punched me in the stomach and winded me. My tutor (don't know her name yet) was my hero at that precise second. I was falling, falling and kept falling until she caught me. I didn't know how to respond, there was a high pitched ringing in my ears, a pounding sensation in my head and my eyes were producing extremely blurred vision. She immediately managed to find someone to complete her lessons. She had cancelled her lessons for me, finally someone who didn't mind my  presence.

She was talking to me about my previous school and how I was feeling about everything. And I was so overwhelmed that someone so important in a school would stop their teaching to see me. I thought that with my "in school mother" (that is what my tutor said she was to me) be my side, I would her through these years and never feel unwelcome again.

'Ouch' I remember saying, someone had kicked me in the head, it was my imagination. No one had started caring about me not even my tutor. Too good to be true, people wanting me around and enjoying my company. I should have known. The first day was a disaster and I never wanted to go back.

Was this going to be my life now at this school, alone twenty-four-seven. This was all that was going to happen and all my positive energy was imprisoned and would never find me again.

Too be continued ...