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The first day of school, one of the days I hate the most. You know why.
Kindergarten wasn't so bad for me, it was bearable, kids are kids and well, everyone is friends with everyone. School isn't like that. Elementary school was fine, I didn't have many friends, but it was fine. Sometimes I would feel lonely. The breaks weren't what I looked up to, neither were the PE classes, since I knew that the kids would play games and wouldn't choose me. I was always the last option for them. It was so hard to just stay and look at them playing.
But then I saw you after a few months, you transferred to my school and spent the breaks with me. Kids then started playing with me so they could play with you. Remember how you used to tell them you wouldn't play with them unless they chose me too? Those were good times.
But then came the days you got sick or when you had to go with your parents abroad for a couple of months. Those times were the worst. Those were when they forgot who I was, when they ignored me. But it wasn't so bad, so I didn't tell you about those times. I pretended to have played with them just so you could be happy.
The worst period I think was middle school. I usually got ignored even when you were around. Little did you know those were the good days. The times they pushed me around and called me names were also good days. The bad days when they would hit me, take my food or throw it away. They bullied me for years without you knowing. I was afraid that you would have joined them if I told you. I just thought I deserved it.
My father used to say that.

My first day of school. My mom still kept this uniform.

 My mom still kept this uniform

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