Hi, my name is Harrison,
my story begins when im 12 years old and just going into highschool, i never really had much friends so i was excited to go into a bigger school and meet new people and i was hopeful that i would find a friend that i can play with along the way.
The first day of school flew by and i cant really remember it all that well, the only thing that i do know is that on my first day i was bullied by all the older kids, they put my pencil case down the toilet and of course i had to put my hand in and get it because i wouldn't have a pen to write with in class.
A week had passed into my highschool life and i was slowly getting settled into the mindset of school and i was kinda getting used to my class timetable, that i kind of liked. The only classes that i really cared about because i really enjoy them is english and art, im not really sure why i like these subjects so much. Maybe it's because I can escape the outside world and forget what's going on around me when i read a good book or do some sketches, paintings or drawings.
Even though a week had passed i still haven't made any friends...
