My life went downhill after that rejection. My "friends" pushed me away more and more, my parents thought that depression would never hit me so they continued scolding me for my trash test scores and results.
I thought that if I disappeared, nobody would even notice, let alone care.
I started to devise ways I could disappear off the face of the Earth.
But one thing, this one constant thing, always stopped me at the last moment.
If I disappeared off the face of the Earth, then I would never be able to see Xavier again. Am I willing to risk that?
Meanwhile, I tried to rant to my "friend", and she started telling everybody all my private feelings and people were making fun of me for feeling sad because my feelings were hurt.
My only choice was to sit with a group of Year 10 girls, and even then, I was excluded from their group because I didn't know about anything they were talking about. So I decided to walk around the school and be a hobo.
I was that one person that almost everyone in my year hated. That one person who had no real friends.
Maybe if I moved schools, everything would be better.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
