A Whole New World

Back After Break

January 2 2017

    After my plane crashed last year the rest of that Christmas break was somewhat normal. Mom wasn't there but I now saw myself as a survivor not a victim. I was now brave and thought I was tougher than before, physically and mentally, which is true. In a way I'm glad that the plane crashed. It made me realize that no matter what I would make it even if five percent of the people died after going through what I have.

    I went back to school and people were talking about what they got for Christmas, after everything that happened presents were just a small part of what happened. Our teacher asked us to write a paragraph about what we did over Winter break (winter break is code for Christmas break the school system has to call it that so that they on't get sued for pushing religion.) My teacher is super strict, and gets very made if you don't follow her directions to the point even if it's a writing assignment and you write more than she assigned. I walked to her desk and asked if I could write more than one paragraph. She looked at me with a mad look on her face. Almost as if she was challenging me. I started staring at her back. She asked, '' Before break we learned how to put lots of information into one paragraph, why can't you do that?''

    I explained my Winter Break. I told her about the CIA taking my mom and brother to London for three and a half years and about the plane crash, her jaw dropped. Then I was surprised about how she found that so shocking. I was just feeling invincible after surviving a plane crash. I was upset and a bit shaky but I felt strong and brave, a lot like when a super hero first uses their power. Scared and surprised but feeling powerful. After that she told me I could write as much as I needed too.

    Her name was Mrs. Martinez, she made the whole class read their papers, in private she asked if I wanted to read mine. She made sure. The class was very respectful towards me, I think she secretly cares about all of us and didn't want anything to make me upset considering what had happened to me less than a week ago.

For the next few months she was unbelievably nice to me. I was polite too her like always but didn't do anything extreme or different form what I had done before. I'm sure it was that paper. I wrote about how everything changed at once and how it felt like my life was a movie and I was that character that viewers felt really bad for. After I read my story people were in shock, some of them tried to talk to me and offer support, some of them asked if I needed anything, other kept their distance. I appreciated everyone feeling sorry for me but I want to be treated normal.

    Other kids felt sorry for me for a while. Their pity turned into jealousy except for my close friends who began acting normal around me. Kids would make jokes about me, I'm not sure about what but they pointed and laughed. I'm not the type of person to go tell the teacher that those kids were hurting my feelings. When people say bet I ask how much, when people say fight me I ask when and where, when people say square up I stand, when people say race me I run. I stand up for myself and I don't need a teacher yelling at kids for probably making a joke that I would've found funny if I wasn't the subject.