Butcher Of Reality

Chapter I

Grade eight year started and did I look like an idiot, maybe not as big of one in grade seven with the foundation my mum had me wear along with the eyebrows that were way too dark. I thought I looked like I was ordered off the "bomb.com". I looked like a used condom. The only reason why I looked like an idiot in grade eight was because I had just told everyone two months ago how I was moving to a different school so I "would have more friends in high school" yeah no, shit happened between my parents and like always, my dad fucked that up for us. So I was back at the same shitty Ontario public school I basically just moved to in grade seven (because in grade 6 my old school shut down and me along with a hundred or so students were transferred there). I had the same teacher I had in grade seven, Mrs.D. and some familiar faces from the year prior to this one.

School was seemed really slow at first, I had hardly any friends and everyone seemed to be more fond of the cooler, athletic people rather than an annoying emo freak that couldn't stop crying about the MCR split back in 2013 (who would want to miss out on a cool gal like that?). September went by quick. October 13th came quicker. Over the summer, my mum met this super cool guy who I call Pete because I didn't like his actual name because his name was the same as my mum's ex boyfriends name who was literally, psycho. So they met around August and they decided in October that my mum, sister and I were going to move all the way to a town just outside the city I was living in. I remained attending school at the public school in the city, but eventually my mum said it would "benefit" all of us. So I said yeah. I needed friends out there anyways. So, October 13th, my mum went to my new middle school in my new town and registered me there at N.D.C. I got a call from my mum saying I was going to start there the next Monday. That wasn't enough time to say goodbye to people I wasn't going to see until grade nine, that gave me four days! These people I was leaving at E.C. weren't just friends, they were family. I had just made new friends there too; I needed more time, so much more time. But that was the last thing I had, time

My last day of school, October 19th. I woke up, promising myself I wouldn't cry. I had just told everyone two days ago. Nobody is reacting the way they did last year, and this time it's actually happening and nobody really cares.. I mean that's what it felt like. I can't say what anyone was truly feeling for those days. I go to school and it seemed like every other day, I was the only one acting like we were at a funeral. I do admit, there were points at school I did crack a smile for longer than 3 minutes, I did laugh because at the end of the day, this is my last day with these people and I have no clue the next time I'm going to see them again. I needed to enjoy these moments with these people before we all forget about each other. First lunch break goes by, the atmosphere seems to become slightly gloomy, I don't know if I was the only one feeling that but it seems like I was. Laughter and cheerful expressions set across my friends faces, even though there was only 4 hours of the day left. Second lunch break and the feeling seems to be setting in. The energy dampens and it seems the sun is hiding from the pain about to break through my eyes. Don't cry, don't cry. You're going to make so many friends. Right? I smiled and contributed to my friends moral.

30 minutes until the end of the day. 30 minutes left until I go home to my new house, in my new town, that's only a 40 minute walk from my new school, where I'll make new friends. Mrs.D brought out a bunch of Halloween themed cupcakes and started to announce my departure, "Judging by the gloomy looks on Izabellah's face, I'm sure you all know today's her last day," I started balling you really couldn't wait 30 minutes Izabellah. "oh no! Don't start crying you'll make me cry this was supposed to be a happy moment." My teacher finished her "speech" like that. I laughed with Chanel (my best friend) about how Mrs.D was going to be so happy without me around because I was always so loud when I talked. 15 minutes left. Chanel, Colbee, Lyric, Matt, Billie, Trixie, Louie and I were all sitting around my table, everyone was talking and all I could do was sit and think. I knew I was wasting time but I couldn't control my wandering mind. I noticed everyone stopped talking, I started crying again. "Oh no, don't cry again Izabellah." "No, it's okay don't cry" "Everything will be alright you're going to have so much fun at N.D.C." Lyric had me shove a cupcake in his face to "make me feel better" it did make me forget and loosen up a bit but once the bell rang, my French teacher and homeroom teacher both wished me luck for my new school and for when high school came around. I hugged my friends and left home to mentally prepare for my first day on Monday.