It was the last day of summer and all I could do is cry, stay melancholic. I do not speak to anyone, I do not enjoy my hobby anymore, and I especially only have a feeling of resentment towards myself. As I lay in bed that night all I thought of is the multiple manners that she had asked to help, whether or not said so explicitly, all the ways that I had done her wrong. About two weeks into the school year and still I had not been there even once. My siblings would try to convince me to go but I never listened to them. I only grew anger towards my family for not being able to understand what pain I was going through. Of course, this caused the relationship and the bond of our family to grow apart.
On the night before October, I finally went to school. No one knew why I had chose to go then after so long or, where I had been for so long. A couple of the people there did not knew who I was so they assumed that I was the transfer student. The new student was not to arrive for about one more day so manner that people talked of this transfer only made it sound as if they already where hear. Everyone ignored me when I would ask if they knew at least the name of the transfer was to be, there was also a tense mood in the room when I asked the question.
