Welcome. What I'm about to say is a bit heavy... I'm here to tell a story. This is the story of how my life fell apart... Though... I'm not a huge fan of the past. All it's ever done for me is taint the good memories I've had with my former friends...
August used to be one of my favorite months of the year. Primarily because that's when we head back to school.
People think I'm crazy for this, but I really love kicking off a brand new school year; not for the mountains of work, the stress, or the drama, but for finally being able to see your friends every day to catch up and discuss what's new.
This year, however, August is gonna suck...
My name is Tyvan, and I'm on my way to start the first day of my last year of high school. I say August is gonna suck for a couple reasons:
First off, senior year is a tough one. I know this year I'll be stressing about what happens next or what college I'll be heading off to. Leaving high school is scary if you don't know exactly what to do. I don't really have much of a battle plan...
I guess moving to L.A. and going to some music school sounds nice, but what if I can't do it? My slim chance of being accepted into that school is just one obstacle, but what if I decide I can't leave what I have here in Fresno behind? Moreover, what do I even have here that's such a huge concern to me? That brings me to my next point...
Everyone else around me seems to know where they wanna be and how they're gonna get there. I would call them all my friends, but would they look at me and call me the same? Last year was difficult... Bridges were burned and connections were lost. It happened so quickly and at the worst possible time...
Towards the middle of April, my landlords kicked my family and I out of our house. We had to abandon the majority of our belongings because we thought it was temporary, and we packed a bag with only a week's amount of clothes for the each of us. We haven't been back home in over 4 months.
It's a long story... But long story short, my mom told the landlords to wait for the rent money because her paychecks were coming in delayed, they refused to wait, they kicked us out, we sued and won, and now the sheriffs' civil department is heavily procrastinating on giving our house keys back to us. All of our belongings are still in the house, so it feels like kidnapping in a way. Except... backwards...? I still don't know exactly what's going on, but they're basically holding all of our things hostage where we can't reach them.
There's a lot more to it, but let's just leave it at that... We've been staying at hotels and my uncle's house off and on. I would sneak off to my friend's house every chance I could get because it's hard for me to settle down when I'm at my uncle's...
This whole summer was frustrating... Back when we were first dealing with the landlords, I was aggravated because I had school to worry about, I didn't have my own room to relax in, we were running out of money, and I've had barely anything to occupy my leisure time.
I've only had my friends to talk to; they all seemed so busy most of the time, so I didn't bother to text much of them so often except for one. One day I was a bit too aggravated, and I snapped at them... Since then, things have been quite different between everyone else and I... Everyone slowly began to grow distant from me, and in the end I was left with even less than I had before...
No money, no home, and seemingly no reliable friends who'd be eager to check in on me or hang out with me.
Now I'm 2 streets away from my school, and I have to see everyone again...
I'm not ready... They're not even gonna want to look at me... Especially since I've been wearing the same cycle of clothes for months now. I really hope they don't notice... I don't feel presentable... Everyone else probably has new clothes, a new lifestyle, and a whole story to tell about their summer. All I've gained was heavy amounts of anxiety and more hair; I haven't even been able to afford what I needed for my hair... I'm a complete mess...
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