Grade Seven - Chapter One
i wasn't from here. I was new to this weird place and I didn't know anyone here, I knew perfectly well that going to a new school in a completely different town wasn't the worst thing going on in the world at that point in time.
I was aware, however that I was on my own, i was quite adjusted to being by myself at my old school since I just hung around a group of girls who were extravagant and confident, and loud, and i wasn't really very into raising my voice, and even when i did try to talk, they just shouted over my voice, so i realized that what i had to say didn't matter because nobody's listening.
I can remember for the first hour and one half of being at my new high school, nobody made an effort to see who i was, and frankly, I seemed to be not the only one a little shy, most of the people here were all avoiding walking across the Grade Seven area.
After the first week of Grade Seven, everyone slowly figured out who they wanted to be, the quiet ones at the start of the first week turned louder, and the shy ones turned out to be strange, and the loud ones got louder. i was by myself. Soon, i suppose people started to notice that i was alone and it wasn't long before people started to actually do something about it.
By "doing something about it", i mean they began to make fun of the fact i didn't have any friends.
I supposed even the most promising of people who i had predicted would stay true to themselves, didn't after two years, it seemed that everybody in their own way was oddly, silently pressured into changing something about themselves for no real necessary reason.
Personally, I would like to think that i didn't change, because i believe people can change, but often it's only for the worse, as in, a negative change.
We all change, because if we didn't, i suppose we would still be the clueless, open minded young kids we used to be when we were four years old, we know the world a little better now, it's awful out there in the open waterways of the world, but the funnier thing is, we created it, we all designed the expectations and standards of the world. What is accepted, and what just won't work, and what we need to become to achieve something.
To be completely honest, I have no idea about how on earth i feel about anything anymore; but it all did start when something goes either right or wrong, that is the highway and the routes, and the directions of how the world thrives, how human beings wanted their own world to function, and sometimes you have no option but to go along with it, and it's hard if you're a circle in a square hole.
