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Confessions!

I know!! I'm alive!! I'll update more soon my life has just been crazy lately. And I've been thinking, "What's a good way to make it up?" So I thought I would give you guys a personal confession. If you guys want I might make up a book, and these all are about my life. (Btw the picture will make sense when you read this.)

This confession is about 7th grade me (ew). I was kinda the emo kid but I had curly hair, so I would straighten it and do the hairstyles that made my hair go in my face. So close to the end of the year, the last 4 months I broke that habit and wore more leggings and actual blue jeans and t-shirts that were pretty and I dyed my hair a very light brown. Well my homeroom teacher (we will call him Mr. T) noticed too. And I have had boobs since like middle of 5th grade but I always wore baggy shirts until now in the story. I always wore a bra to school because I respected the fact that people in a middle school didn't need to see my titties flying around.

Anyway, I noticed he would stare at me more often and made a new seating arrangement and moved my spot closest to his desk. Well, one day every year like the last week of school we have shortened classes and every student in 5th and above had to go out with their classes and pick up garbage or plant flowers/plants. Well my class was in charge of cleaning the back school area and I had gotten in trouble that day so Mr. T made me walk beside him the whole time. Again, I'm on edge and freaking the fuck out because he kept looking down my tank top (I had a shawl on as well to follow dress code). Well then he was making everyone pick up sticks and said, "Okay everyone give Viv your sticks!" AND HE FUCKING CHUCKLED AS HE LOOKED AT ME WITH EYES OF THAT ONE UNCLE THAT HAS TO LIVE 1,00 YARDS FROM THE SCHOOL. I through the bag down and ran inside while he yelled at me to get back with the group.

I hid in the girls bathroom after I got my things until the bell rang for the end of the day. I didn't tell anyone but my friends and classmates did. I guess he got an email the next day during CT (last hour of actual school) that said the principle wanted to talk to him and he went off on the class. He was acting the way he normally does, trying to joke around and he was being very weird about it. So one of my classmates asked, "Are you trying to be funny like normal?" And Mr. T went off. He got in the kids face and screamed at him, he shouted curse words at us all, and he swiped everything off his desk after he broke a clipboard in half.

So, to obey the rules, over half of us 'checked out' (got a slip from him) to either go to the bathroom, another teachers room, or to the principal's office. I was one of them, and he smiled this sickly sweet smile at me and I yanked my paper from him and quickly left to the computer lab. A few minutes later the principal was walking down the hallway and took Mr. T to his office to have a chat. I was scared speechless and all of our parents were notified by either us or our friends messaging them.

But Mr. T wasn't fired. And this apparently wasn't the only time he did it. I was switched to an 8th grade homeroom (all the other 7th grade ones were filled from people from my class) and I got to sit in the teachers chair for the rest of the year. Then the 8th grade teacher I went to ended up being my 8th grade homeroom and he always looked out for me. He was about 60 and was like a grandfather to me and made sure Mr. T never came near me.

But the funny thing is the principal was fired after that year and we had a new girl principal who was really nice and came and talked to me about my 7th grade year. I told her everything but she couldn't fire him because he didn't do it under her rule of the school. She was really nice to me and so were all of the teachers.

And that's my confession. I have others, again if you want to hear about them leave a comment and I might make a confession book. I'll try to post another chapter tonight, I love you all!!