The room. Never would they forget the room. It was cold with worn flooring that creaked if you walked on it, the cracks along the wall were very visible, and the doors and windows glass was frosted over with invisible anxiety from the residents there.* The lights hurt your eyes when they flickered against the white of the wall*. On the other side of the door was corridor. This corridor led to many other rooms just like the one before. Within, the rooms would contain not only people but punishment. Many of us have been here. None of us will like it. All of us will dread coming here.
Hundreds of people walk down the corridors every day. For some they will be leaving soon maybe less than a year others will have just started and will be there for a length of unbearable time. When there you are told what to do and when to do it. Never making a decision for yourself.
All different types of people walk these corridors and sit in these rooms. Some are ridiculed for what they have done in the past. Others are more respected but only out of fear. The ones who are respected have the most control they can have obtain. Some can even manipulate those who "care" for them to get what they want.
To some of you reading this you may have gotten the impression that this is a prison or a psychiatric ward. Others know what this really is. I am describing a High School. For some this is was clear from the beginning, others it took a little reading or at the end when I told you what it was.
I will be telling the story of a young girl going through High School in a slightly different way. Highlighting the major points in her story from four points. That of her parents, friend, teacher, and herself.
Before I start I want to tell you about Esil (E-zil). Esil has always been told she was beautiful by her family and friends. She has never had a real boyfriend although she is friends with boys she never gets farther than "talking". Esil has long unruly dark hair that she wears in a ponytail or down when she straightens it. No one is quite sure what colour eyes she has, they have a dark black ring around the outside of her iris and what she has decided as a muted green gray on the inside of the black outline. She never liked the shape of her body, even when she was a young girl she was self conscious about her weight and stomach. She never developed an eating disorder she was very careful about that topic. Esil was never confident about her cest. She always had small breasts while her friends did not.
Esil found that she had several learning disabilities at an early age. Esil found going through the school system with dyslexia, ADHD, and ADD was a challenge with in itself. Many of her teachers didn't even know what dyslexia was let alone how to teach her.
Esil appeared to be a confident, funny, out going, fun and sarcastic (not always in the best way) person. She had plenty of friends at her middle school, however she moved to a Catholic school for eighth grade and really found herself among the people there and felt really comfortable with them all. After eighth grade she moved to a new High School with the rest of her grade. When Esil got to her new school many things changed for her, she had to make new and more friends, and find her way around a new campus.
Chapter 1
Esil
July 25, 2013
20 Days Till School Starts
I have 20 days till school. I never want to start school but I want this summer to end. .I think that sometimes my mom is more excited about me being in High School. I never really understood it but things were always tense between us. With her it was always we and never I. Some of the things she says hurt and I never feel like I am good enough. At least I have one thing that is good, Mike. I hope things work out with him. I really really like him. Blond hair and blue eyes, makes me laugh i don't know what I did without him. Things aren't really official yet but we flirt and I know he likes me. The only problem is that he is a going to be a junior and I am going to be a freshman. I don't really know what that's going to do for it but I think It's ok.
Mark texting Jake
Jake: so u met esil
Mark: ya
Jake: did u lik her
Mark: idk
Hanna is added to the conversation
Hanna: y am i in ths
Jake: mark dosent lik esil
Mark: i never said tht
Jake: yes you did
Mark: whtevr
Mark leaves the conversation
Hanna: wat waz tht about
Jake: idek i think it's about emma
Hanna: i thought he was ovr her
Jake: gess not
Hanna: o ok
Jake: ya
Mother Bragging to friend about Esil
Yes! Little Esil starting school soon! Oh we are so excited to start High School. She goes in on tuesday, our little freshman. Well we do plan on getting all A's though we do want to go out and have some fun and play sports and go shopping. I just hope we can fit that all in!
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No why would we be nervous?
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Well I can believe that you're accusing me of that! Trying to live through my daughter.
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I am not going to explain my parenting to you. I have raised, a beautiful happy child and I won't listen to anyone say different.
Teachers
Elis? Esil? How are you supposed to say that? Who is this? A boy or a girl? Well you are in girls gym class now.
"If you walk in the footsteps of a stranger, you will learn things that you never knew you never knew."
-Pocahontas
