This is the story of love. And friendship. And adventure. And discovery. Its the story of how I met a love, a friend and met my second family. You know the family that we choose yada yada yada, you know the drill. But to fully understand the development of myself throughout this story, you must start from the beginning, because no story starts out perfect. So here's the beginning of my story. Its starts with me, Emily Ross, and a very bad day.
I sat on the bus home from school, with music blasting in my ears, so loud it was enough to drown the world out, even my best friend who sat beside me. I was staring at my skirt, tracing the squares and wondering how one earth someone could come up with a uniform so horrid when a wave of emotion hit me. A mix of anger, sadness, confusion and the emotion that most represents being done. A toxic concoction for anyone, but today it was the last thing I needed. I had had a bad day. If you needed the definition of a shit day, try any day in my life. I mean I can't get a break from people bullying me...kinda, my parents hounding me about anything and everything and my slowly dropping grades, not to mention my own mind's confusion and distortion of everything. Today had been no different at school, but I could only hope for a better end than the beginning.
As I stared out the bus window, watching rain drops fall down the glass, I stewed over today's events. I'd overslept because I had to stay up late studying last night, but Mum instantly took it as a sign I was sick. Obviously I wasn't, but it didn't stop her, I'm not saying that I don't love my mum or appreciate her concern, but EVERYTIME I sleep even 5 minutes later than 6:30, it gets a bit extreme, quite quickly.
"Honey, are you feeling well?"
"Yes Mum, I just overslept." I said as she immediately put her hand on my forehead.
"Hmm well you don't look alright, you look worn down."
"School. Look I gotta eat and get my butt out of the house ok?" And that was the end of that conversation.
The bus trip was uneventful, with just my music and my thoughts because I'd been so stressed i forgot my book. I also had no data. And Sam didn't catch the bus on Friday mornings. Some musical thing. So instead of messaging someone, reading or talking to Sam, I stared out the window. Clouds were gathering in the sky. Grey. We pulled into school and I braced myself.
At school was where the most of the shit hits hard. You see, I don't know if exclusion from everything and small rumours in one group about me can be classed as bullying but it'd be nice to have a friend you know. Ah. You might have noticed I said before I had a best friend. Don't go to the same schools, it's as simple as that. No one to stick up for me 6 hours a day. Open prey... Kinda. Today the bullshit was I was a 'home wrecker'. Apparently a simple hug from a mate after his recent break up meant that he broke up with what's her name for me.
I had double Math straight up this morning. We got our exams back. I got a C. A C. I stared at the red grade, restraining tears. A lot of people would be thrilled to pass but not me. Dropping from A's to C's in a year is pretty tough. And its not like I do nothing, I study hard, go to tutoring and everything but shitty grades all round. I just... Don't get math? Its bothering because I'm a smart kid, but my grades aren't reflecting it at the moment. Today was utter shit.
I sat there, ashamed that I was complaining so much. I go to a good school, have a few good friends, even if they don't go to my school, a loving family and all that good stuff.
Don't you know how many people would kill to be you? Ungrateful. You're acting like a spoilt br-
Sam snapped me out of my thoughts, by gently shaking me.
"...do you intend on getting off the bus?"
Well no not really....
"Oh, uh, yeah I guess..." Monotoned.
Here it comes. You messed up speaking and now he's gonna ask you what's wrong and you're gonna let the waterworks go.
