Over the summer I had been enthusiastically organising everything for my new school, along with the holidays and clubs and the break itself. I have always loved the summer time as it is my time of blooming my inspiration like a flower ready to power me through the year to the next summer. After the long, restful break, I went to school on the bus along with a friend, on our first day. I was so excited to make new friends etc. I got there and I always remembered those words from the teachers, sending us off to our new tutor groups. The words, "good luck year seven". When my name was called out along with some other girls, I nervously walked over to the teacher to go up to the tutor room. (I won't go into too much detail) but it was kind of nerve racking because I'm quite a shy person, naturally anyway.
I had just entered the tutor room to sit next to others. But somehow everyone seemed to make friends apart from me.
A few weeks later, our seating plans were changed. So I sat next to a rather nasty girl (not mentioning any names as I don't want to be as bad). She was bragging to everyone about how she had smashed her mums phone, so I said to her in amazement, "didn't you get in trouble?". But she responded with, "well you would because you're posh!", everybody laughed. I was really upset, but I didn't want to show it. So other people started to bully me too, three of her friends and another girl, and loads of other people. I felt down because I thought I deserved better than being shoved around.
This went on for ages... Weeks and weeks, months even. Continued picking on me, taking my things, and being horrible. This was when I fell into a deep depression because I thought it would never ever stop. There was another girl, who said I was 'posh and nobody cared about me'. So I just said nothing.
It was a very tough time for me as I didn't have many people by my side to help me, but I will always appreciate those who stayed by my side and never left.
Moving on... Maths and science lessons were hard because I never learned anything because everybody was so disruptive. I had a lovely teaching assistant called Chwama. She always helped me.
I applied for a different school, it took a while, but I was excitedly counting the numbers I was going further and further on the list, week after week.
Until it was only a month or two until the summer...
I got a place! I was so happy, I only had to wait until after the summer to go! It came to the last day... I was really sad to leave the lovely teachers that had helped me through.
The hardest goodbye was to Chwama because she had helped me a lot through everything.
Anyway, the last day, I bring in a cake for everybody and a twirl chocolate bar for my tutor who was leaving too.
I gave my email address to Chwama, when I said my painful goodbyes... But she never emailed me. I was kind of sad.
"But here comes a new summer to relax before I go to my new school!". I thought...
