Unlike most the kids at my school who were sociable and had many friends, I didn't have any friends and my parents were killed when I was just a few months old, bombs struck and the house had collapsed and trapped them both under the scaffolding but luckily a man who was looking for survivors found me and took me with him. I was given to an orphanage quite far away from where my house was destroyed and I stayed in that wretched place for 12 years until one day I'd had enough, so I gathered what little clothes I had and stole some food from the kitchen then later that night, I left by climbing out the window. I managed to make my way to the bus stop and snuck on behind another man. As We arrived at another bus stop I saw a man going to everyone and checking they had their tickets so I started to panic but I had no time to do anything so when he got to me I just ran but I had left my clothes and my food on the bus. The man was chasing me for about 2 minutes before I found a scrap yard that was locked up, so I quickly climbed over the fence and got into an old, rusty car and waited there until the man just left. It started to rain so I figured I'd stay in the car and wait it out, but as time passed I became sleepier and sleepier until suddenly I fell asleep. The next morning the owner of the scrap yard found me in the car, cold and shaking so he bought me back to his little cabin not far from the scrap yard, laid me in his bed and went to find some of his son's old clothes for me.
When I awoke I was confused and scared, I started panicking but then a boy about the age of 17 walked in, calmed me down. He told me that his dad had found me in that car so he took me to his house and that he's just going to find some clothes, I wasn't as scared but I was still a bit on edge. He asked me where my parents were and told him about the bombing and that I escaped the orphanage and whilst I was telling him his face was filled with disbelief, he told me that his father and him were going to take care of me and that they would make my life better, for the first time in many years I felt like I was safe, like I didn't have to worry about a thing. he told me that his name was Jonathan and his dad was mark and I told him my name. A few minutes later, mark walked in the door with a pile of clothes and a bowl of soup, he rushed over to me and was so glad to see that I had woken up, he asked me how I was and I told him I was fine but that I was cold and hungry so he gave me the clothes and the soup and him and Jonathan left the room. Whilst they were outside the door I could hear Jonathan telling mark about what had happened to me and I could hear how bad mark felt for me, I got up and dressed in the clothes which just barely fit me and ate the soup. I walked out the door and mark just hugged me and repeating I'm so sorry over and over again, I just hugged him back and started crying, I finally had a family again. A few days later mark signed me up to go to school and I was overwhelmed with joy but was also a bit nervous because I had never actually been to a proper school but Jonathan told me that I'd be fine and that he was also nervous on his first day but then came to love it. The next day I woke up got ready for school and then left for the bus. On the bus I didn't know anyone so I sat at the back by myself and on the way to school just sat there in silence because I was too shy to talk to anyone. We arrived at school, got off the bus and headed to my first class which was English, we all had our own individual desks that we sat at and mine was right in the middle of the class, our task was to write our own story about a made up character of our choice and I chose to write a story about dragon who could breath fire. When everyone was finished the teacher asked a random student to present their story and she picked me, so I went up to the front of the class and was about to read my play but then I looked up at all of the other students and just froze. I couldn't do it, I started feeling sick and I was too scared to do anything and I stood there for about a minute before dropping my story and running out the classroom door and into the janitors closet to hide. I didn't know what happened to me, I could still hear everyone in the class laughing and it felt like they were all around me, like they were closing in on me. The school called up mark and told him what happened and to come and get me, a few minutes later mark came rushing to the closet where I was, he opened the door to me panicking and hugged me and told me everything was gonna be fine and after some time he took me home. When we got back I ran into the room I was staying in, slammed the door and hid under the covers, I didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything. later on, I fell asleep and while I was sleeping I had a nightmare and in that nightmare there were loads of kids staring at me and laughing at me and they were getting louder and closer and I just curled up into a ball and sat there. The next day I I woke up, got my things and left for the bus as I did the day before but this time on the bus this group of 4 kids started laughing and pointing at me and they did this for about 3 minutes. We arrived at school but this time I didn't go to my first class because this time those 4 kids that were laughing at me pushed me against the wall and started calling me things like a nerd, a weirdo, they any called me fat and made fun of the fact that I don't have any real parents or friends but before they could continue, I managed to run off to class. This time in my classes I wasn't called up to present my work so I was mostly fine but then at lunch break those kids dragged me inter the bathrooms and started punching me and kicking me and I did nothing, I just sat there and let it happen and after some time they just left me there on the floor battered and bruised all over. At the end of the day I walked home because I didn't want to go anywhere near those kids, I got home late and I after what those kids said and did, I felt so horrible about myself that I started cutting myself and I felt so bad I didn't eat. This went on for days maybe weeks, each day getting worse and worse and I was too afraid that the kids will do something worse if I told anyone about them and I started to become weak from my lack of food and I started fainting every now and then and one day it was so bad that when I got home I tried to kill myself with a bottle of pills. Jonathan found me on the floor, passed out with an almost empty bottle of pills in my hand so he screamed for mark as he ran into his room holding me in his hands. Mark and Jonathan rushed me to the hospital and I was there in a coma for about a week before I woke up, I saw Nark next to me holding my hand and Jonathan was outside the door pacing back and fourth with his head in his hands. After some time Mark realised that I had woken up and he called Jonathan in and both their faces lit up when they saw that I was better and they both hugged me. We left the hospital and got in the car and I thought we were going home but they were actually taking me to a place where mark was going to legally adopt me. When we first entered the building I had no idea where we were but then mark showed me the adoption papers and it was the happiest moment of my life and it made me realise that there are people in my life who really care about me and when I went back to school those kids were expelled and all the other student heard about my story and so they became my friends and they comforted me from there on out an I learned to deal with my anxiety.
