High School

Chapter 1

High school.
Six letters, two words that remind us of a lot of things.
Some of us recall their 4 years in high school as the most wonderful 4 years of their life, some of us don't even want to hear these words, another group of people just simply tried to survive it successfully and others didn't even give a shit about it.
These opinions are very different because they come from different people. But these people can't deny the fact that they have something in common. They do. That high school has left a deep mark on them. It doesn't matter in what way, but it surely has left its mark.
The reason behind this is fairly simple. Every change, both physical and spiritual, happens to the teenager during high school years. In some way those 4 years are the years that form one the most and somehow shows one a path to follow.
For this reason high school has a damn significant role in a teenagers' life.....

As I'm sitting at home,having just received my application letter from med school, I realized how many things had happened. I remember high school as a good place, with some bad shit happening to the people that surround me, or even bad shit happening to me. At that time I felt like, someone up there, in the air must hate me so much and is eager to see me suffer but that's not true. Each and every damn problem, fall out, mistake and failure has its very own place, own part in me, in who I am now. They all have their part in the big picture. And you're only capable of seeing the big picture if you get through your teenage years...

Let me introduce myself before we dive in. I'm Jess, 19, and I'm starting med school in September. I live in Hungary with my folks.
I'm average height, strong built with a bit of more muscles than I would like to. I don't consider myself fat but I'm not slim either. I have my curves. My eyes are emerald green, my hair is long, chestnut brown and naturally curly. I believe you don't want to know my shoe size so let's go on...
I have been playing volleyball since I know my mind. I only have a half brother whom I hardly ever talk to. My family is Hungarian but we always remind people of some south Italian family. We argue a lot, scream, shout with one-another, there's never peace. I also have a West-Highland terrier, her name is Baby.

I have always been a good student. My mother set up high expectations early in my life and as an only child, I tried to live up to them. I hardly ever failed to fulfill those expectations. Thanks to my parents, I've been speaking english fluently since I know my mind. It has kinda become a passion for me. Besides english, I speak german and spanish. As a result of my good grades I got accepted into a great high school. Since my mother wanted me to be surrounded by good people, the school had to be religious. She has never understood that religious schools have their own shady people too. Despite being a lawyer, it seemed like her mind couldn't cope with this fact. That's how I got into one of the religious schools of Budapest.

As my first day as a freshman approached I kinda got nervous. I clearly remember struggling to choose what to wear on my first day. I have never been a slim girl. It was simply never in my genes. My thights touched, my belly wasn't flat. I wasn't fat, I had curves. Back then, I hated myself for that. It took me time to accept the fact that I will never be able to look like my friends, no matter what kind of diet I was struggling to stick to. Eventually I chose to wear high-wasted denim jeans , with some nice t-shirt. As accessories I put my vote on big hoops. My long, brown, natural curly hair was let down to my shoulders spreading its wonderful scent. I used my favorite scent, Lady Million, grabbed my backpack and headed to school. I only had to take one bus and one tram to get to my new school. The journey itself lasted for about 40-45 minutes.

On the bus I saw a lot of different people heading to different schools, workplaces. I also got a glimpse of my peers and judging by their outfits I kinda felt a goody-goody. I also felt a lot of eyes on me. Not because I was that good looking, but because of my hair. To be honest I never felt like I was special. My relatives used to tell me how special-looking I was and how cute and innocent my face looked  but frankly, I always let these go.

So there was I, entering the building that would be my home for 4 years. It was old, but beautiful. You could feel it was enormous. It had 4 floors and dozens of classrooms. The director of the school welcomed me and told me to go to room 255. It was on the second floor. I took the stairs and found the classroom. When I entered, a girl had already been sitting there, typing on her phone. She was beautiful. She had straight, long, chocolate brown hair, same colored eyes. I could tell she played some kind of sport because her figure was well taken care of. When she looked up she smiled and locked her phone.
'Hi! I'm Bella!'-she smiled
'Hi! I'm Jessica!'- I smiled back
'Oh, my God! Can I touch your hair? I love your hair! Is it natural??'
I reacted as I always did. I chuckled and responded calmly. I was really used to this.
'Of course you can touch it! Yes, it's natural, unfortunately...'- I rolled my eyes
'Don't you say that... I would kill to have the same type and amount of hair... Hey wanna sit next to me?'
And yes, her answer was the tipical answer but more genuine.
'Gladly'-I said
And that was the beginning of our forever friendship.
Back then Szabina was living with her mother and half brother. Her and his brother's dads both left their mom when they were little. Bella's little brother is suffering from a slight autism. As it turned out both of us had been playing volleyball for 4 years. Both of us were outside hitters.

We didn't even realize that others had entered the room. We fell back to reality when our head teacher came in the room and greeted us. She was a tiny little lady with a red head of hair. Despite being little, she could shout like no-one else. Believe me, we experienced that...
'Welcome to our high school 9/a! Everyone please take a seat! We have to run through some basic administration.'
As she read out loud all the names I tried to memorize some. Our class was made of  12 girls and 14 boys. It turned out a lot of us girls and 2 guys had been playing volleyball for some time. The first lesson passed quickly. After the bell the teacher headed out. That was what we needed. All of the strangers, because that was what we were back then, sat in a circle and started getting to know one-another.
Everybody seemed really nice and outgoing. By the end of the break I knew who my friends are gonna be... Later on, during the 4 years that we spent together there were some outfalls but looking back, I chose wisely because they were the reason why my high school years were really memorable...