I generally never liked the company of people, so growing up, having friends wasn't something I wanted to do.
After being treated for autism one would think I completely changed. Well I guess everything changed, and the fact that I didn't like being with people grew worse. I'd rather sit alone than be with people.
But my teacher wouldn't have it. She made me sit with them, made me communicate with them by force . Like, she could literally flog me if I don't comply.
So I guess it changed things a little. I was able to start communicating but deep down I didn't like them.
I could smell hate from a distance. And this hatred came from my classmates also. The dislike between them and I was mutual. But I guess they took their hate a little bit far.
Once the teacher stepped out, she appointed someone to write on a piece of paper of the names of the people who made the most of noises. She normally appointed people who hated me the most.
Kemmy, was the class captain, and so this was like a permanent job for her.
Kemmy, who would gossip about me. In my face. She had an accent and I was lowkey jealous of her puffy hair. That's the only good trait I could find in the useless pig. Her friends surrounded her all the time like a flock of sheep, always doing the most to get her attention, which she gave to them like she was some sort of celebrity, ew.
They believed that she was the prettiest girl in our class and till today I still wonder how utterly damaged people's eyesight were. She was light skinned but I'm afraid that's the only thing that saved her from looking like an orangutan.
She made class miserable for me. When the teacher stepped out she would let her friends talk how ever they wanted, shouting even, but when it came to me just silently asking for something she would include my name at the top of the list . I didn't get, this was discrimination in the highest order . The people in class knew how unfair it was but yet they silently watched me get flogged later on, some looking out of pity, but so as not to incur the wrath of Kemmy they would rather keep shut. This is why I didn't want to have friends.
In years to come I could really accept the fact that that children also, faked friendship. Only once in a school year, on my birthday, everyone seemed to be my friend.
The day I stepped into class , not wearing school uniform, everyone knew. Everyone rushed to you. You had your day of fame, and no one was against you. During the morning assembly, you were called out, and people sang for you. Then you were treated specially for the rest of the day, not because they felt sorry , but because they knew they were going to benefit from the birthday celebrations. So ironic.
Of course, Kenmy was my 'friend' for the day. She helped me with my work, didn't bother writing my name on the list. When I needed someone to help distribute the cake my mom brought later on to the head teacher, she obliges without complaint. To be honest I kind of liked getting the attention from her, it was like a privilege that hardly ever comes by. And we spoke like there wasn't a mutual dislike between us.
"I like your shirt" She said to me, smiling sweetly. We were walking the long way to the head teachers office to give him a slice of cake and a drink. It was a jean coloured off shoulder shirt
"Thank you" I replied in the same manner.
"Where did you get it from?"
"When we traveled to London my mum got it for me"
"Oh you travel to London too? That's so cool. I was born there"
"I wasn't born there but we go there every holiday"
