The Very Secret Affair (Discontinued)

Part 2 - My life.

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chapter 2.

When I was 11, I was really nerdy! I was one of those competitive nerds, that signed up for chess & stuff. I loved chess! But most of all, I loved the feeling of being in control. I was never in control, not even of my own life. I had to abide by rules that people that wernty friends nor family gave me! I couldn't do this, I couldn't do that, all because some people told me. In chess, I was in control of where I put the queen & the king & when I take then other persons object.

By the time I was 12 I kind of snapped out of it because I was in secondary school then. I had moved alot, so that also helped my love of chess to fade. I had other things on my mind. I read once, that young people can get depressed too. I told one of the staff and they started laughing.

They said, "young people? Depression? Next we will be hearing that a cat can breathe on the moon," he chuckled.

"They can! I've experianced it before," I boldly defended all the children in the nation.

I hated when people laughed at me. Who are they to laugh at me? They've never been in my shoes, never knew what I've felt & all the pain I've been through. They've never experianced heart break that I had! And I was certain of that.

When I was 13 that's when I became naughty. I started smoking. When I smoked it felt good! It felt like I could fly & like I had wings. It made me feel so light. To be honest, I didn't care what was going in my body. At that time, as long as it felt good, it was good!

Then, later in the year I started taking weed. No choice of my own though. Peer pressure. Weed was too strong for me. The taste just stayed on my tounge. I didn't want to stop though, otherwise everyone would call me names.

I'd been through the bullying process a couple of time, and I was going to make sure that wasn't going to happen again!

The problem was, I really hated weed. And I couldn't stop, so I snitched on myself. I gave myself in.

I wrote a note that said, "go to c8 at 13:45"

I made sure we was smoking then, and a teacher found us. I had to visit the school nurse and get some nicotine patches. They didn't help, but I didn't like weed anyway. I got excluded and moved right back to were I was. Yet another chance for a normal life blown!

Then I got a call, from my social worker.

"Mia, we've been thinking,"

"yeah?"

"maybe it's best if you moved in with your mum. Now you don't need to panic, we've checked her out. Her current job can support your living and learning habbits. She has a spare room. Now, I know you've been visiting her almost every week on your own now, and we've been thinking that maybe your ready now? A social worker will check up on you every other week, but apart from that, you should be ok."

I was speechless. Finally, a normal life! The life I had always wanted, was offered to me.

"Mia? Hello?"

"Yes hello. When do I pack my bags?"

My social worker chuckled as she explained the whole process to me. A normal life! At last! But then a sudden thought stroked my head, my life has never been normal. So how can it be this time? Was I in for a normal life? Or a life of doom, just like all my life so far? We'll just have to find out and see!