Never Heard

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11th September, 2017

I have no idea how to start these kind of things. I did write a couple of stories and books not so long ago but it's my first time actually writing about MY life. Let me tell you how I got this AMAZING idea, so basically, I need something to keep me busy. No! I'm totally joking! It was requested by my friend and psychologist. To write this sort of an "Autobiography" as others would call it. This might be an interesting experience and maybe an interesting story, I highly doubt it since my life is already a major fuck up.

My first year of high school in my new school is quite a success for now, denying the fact that for the first 3 months I had dyed hair and looked like a weirdo. Until I was fed up with it and cut it short; only to look like a clown because my hair is curly. GREAT!

Putting that aside, I'm a 15 ( almost 16 ) year old girl, who's stuck in grade 9 not because she's a complete moron but because she started school at the age of 7.

Where do I begin? Let's go back all the way to September 10th ( Yesterday ) of this particular year.

I just came back from my vacation with my mom, a week after school started so I had no clue what I was doing and where I was going- that's pretty much me described in few words. My sister on the other hand was already the centre of attention due to her " mesmerising looks" and maybe because she actually came to school on the first day.

Since I just came back from my holidays, I didn't have time to get rid of my faded green hair and being a big pussy and I was trying to fit in with the students I hid it in a bun.

I entered the schools ground with my older sister by my side, we walked forward. Being her typical confident self, while on the other hand there was I, who was currently fighting my Mount Everest sized anxiety. The constant loop of thoughts about me being the freaking outcast of the entire school had me dying. I managed to forget about them for a little while and just followed my sister inside the huge building that was filled with teenagers.

"Do you know where to go?" She asked, I sent her an annoyed look and growled "Do I look like I fucking know the place?" I received a laugh and a pat on my head. Listen to this, at home, she promised to take care of me and to show me around BUT! As soon as we walked in she told me she has to go now to her friends but I can find my way in the reception.

There I was, in the middle of the corridor. Not knowing where to go or how everything works. In books that I binge read at this particular moment a really charming guy comes out of nowhere and offers his help. For a split second I actually thought this was gonna happen until I came back to reality and remembered that I would scare the guy away before I would even say anything. ( Yes, I'm naturally terrifying )

So I casually strolled down the field, or more like dragged myself across it. Hoping not to bring too much attention to myself. I entered the reception and leaned on the desk.

There sat a lady that I've seen before, when I was going to write my entry exam to this school. She looked at me, smiled and said, " How can I help you dear?" " I'm looking for my class. I'm new here and kind of don't know the way around so would you mind helping me?" I asked politely, she sent me one more smile and looked at her monitor " What year group?" "9" I answered immediately and she typed something on her keyboard, " What's your name?" She asked again " Louise." She typed something again and raised her eyes to look at me. " 9-C, it's in the B block. You will walk out of here and turn right, walk up the stairs and find your class. " the lady added, I thanked her and left.

Following her directions while rethinking all my life choices I went to the nearest staircase that I saw and trotted up. The second floor looked even more terrifying than the downstairs, I basically entered a territory that was never meant for me to find. If I had more than 20 fingers I would definitely fit the number of stares I received. Where is my dumbass sister when I need her the most? I love it when she does that.

For the next 15 minutes I walked in a circle hoping to spontaneously find my class not realising that I've already made an impression of being autistic. Passing dozens of students I have finally found enough courage to ask someone to help me out. It was a random girl that just happened to pass me by and GOD BLESS HER she lead me to my home room class.

Already being 10 minutes late, I tried my best to sneak inside without being noticed but of course me being me. I had to barge inside the class and get everyone's attention. I stood there completely frozen until I found an empty spot at the back of the class; quickly making my way to the seat, I placed my bag on the chair next to me and did some crazy ninja moves to slide and fit in my desk that was WAY to small for me. Few moments passed, I was immediately attacked by two girls that sat in front of me.

"What's your name?" Questioned one of them, " I'm Lou.." I managed to mumble out since I was still embarrassed of my entry and my anxiety won't let me respond like normal human being so it makes me stutter like a bitch. Both of them looked at each other and smiled. " Do you like K-Pop?" Asked the other girl.

At that very moment! When I thought that I escaped the bullshit called K-Pop, here it was back again. Like a curse that followed my every step, almost like stepping on a gum. You take it everywhere with you. Of course, I'm a well-mannered person so I answered politely, " I'm not a fan but I know a lot about it since in my old school it was quite popular. " I smiled and so did they. " My name is Tracy and this is Rachel nice to meet you!" Said Tracy, " Thank you, it's nice to meet you too." I added and looked inside my bag.

" Oh my GOD! I love your hair! Is it green?!" Exclaimed Rachel, I was pretty shocked that you can actually see it since I tried my best to hide it but I thanked her and said that it's actually fully green and both of them just turned around and minded their own business. That was when the registration began and my home room teacher started calling out the names.

Once again, I felt my heart drop once he called out this " Louise KRAWCZYK " I heard a few giggles in the class and I don't blame them because yes, that name does sound retarded.

If you dont come from a lovely Polish community like me, then you pretty much can't pronounce my last name right. I raised my hand up and complained, "Sir! It's pronounced  CRAVCHYK not KROWCHICK." He apologised and continued to register others.

Before I go on with the story, you must be wondering why LOU if my name is LOUISE, like out of all the nicknames I could give myself, I had to choose the one that makes me look like a detergent brand.

Well, to be completely honest with you. I thought that it was the most suitable and it made me look cute back when I was like 5 but 10 years later I'm starting to regret that decision and I should've stick with Louise.

The bell rang signaling the first period. In my old school, we would stay in class and wait for the teacher to come in but NO! This is a different school, NORMAL school! Here students come to the class and teachers are usually late. So I grabbed my bag and followed my new class across this huge crowd of teenagers. Most of them were in their own groups of friends and the rest were alone but knew where they were going. Unlike me. 'Cause I had no fucking idea what was happening.

As I was passing by the number of classes, I managed to get a short peek in each class and see some of the students still in their seats talking to their friends.

When I passed by one particular class that was in the corner, something or someone! Caught my attention. I saw a patch of purple hair, it immediately got my attention since I knew that I wasn't the only one with funky hair.

It was a boy, he was sitting in his chair on his phone, not bothered by anything that was happening around him, he gave an impression of a typical emo character from a TV show, not really my type, I looked away since his back was facing me anyway and walked away forgetting about it.

I found myself in class B2, my English class with Mr. Lucas as my teacher. I managed to meet another person, a girl named Sofi, we quickly got along until the bell rang and we had to go to another class. For most of the day I was walking alone until she introduced me to her friend that she met on their first day of school, Jane. It was pretty cool because, both of them were new to the school too so we bonded quickly.

I'm not gonna drag this for any longer but yeah, my first day of school wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I mean, ignoring the fact that I kept on reminding everyone to call me Lou not Louise and that its pronounced CRAVCHYK not KROWCHICK. Oh and let's not forget the fact that I got lost twice. I was excited for the next day already. I could say I was ready to start everything all over again since my past story isn't that bright and happy, but I will leave that for another time.