The Black Sheep

First day at school

Hello to those who are reading this story, it's story about the struggle of being the black sheep of the family, about how to deal with parental favouritism as well as the struggle of being an adult with emotional issues. I hope you enjoy it xx

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School is considered as the fundamental Learning institution that helps us in life, we learn numbers, alphabets, mathematic all in that one place. However the thing about school is that it never teaches you how to deal with parental favouritism or how to deal with emotionally abusive people, we enter the school at the age of 5 or 6 believing that now we'll have all the knowledge we need.

To be honest I don't remember much about my first day in school it always baffles me when I meet people who could easily recite their first day of school, They remember what they wore, who drove them to school, who sat next to them in that first day, but as for me all I can remember is that autumn was at its start in September, me standing in my plaid back, white and grey blazer standing in a long queue of bunch of 5 to 6 years old kids listening to the National Anthem. In the first day I learned that for the next 5 years I'll be standing on the schoolyard every morning listening to that heart moving anthem, I didn't understand half of it, I remember waiting eagerly for that anthem to finish so that my name will be called in order to know which classroom I'll be studying in for the rest of my 5 years.

"If you hear you name come forward and join this queue'' said some middle aged man while standing head high wearing a grey suit; after calling several names and the stamping of dozens of small feet, there comes my name being shouted " EMERLADE SMITH" I recall having a new feeling washing over me, is it pride, excitement or fear? For a 6 years old girl being called by a person of high status in an institution in front of hundred of kids that evoked a weird mixture of different feelings, I couldn't put out what was the feeling exactly but certainly it was something new.

I think it's weird that I haven't made any new friends that day, I can't blame that on my introvert side because I was never the shy kid, thinking about it now made me realize that why didn't I make any new friends at that first day. You may expect that after finishing school and returning to my house that my parents would ask me the very normal question that every first day schooler is expected to be asked, as matter of a fact I had interesting stories about a kid who couldn't stop crying because he missed his mom along side with story of a girl who kept talking to boy, shame on her speaking with boys, Ugh how could she!!

but these stories were never told because that question was never asked; since no one bothered to ask about my first day then they're not worthy of my precious stories simple as that. But my sister who was 3 years older than me told her stories about the new boy in the class, the girl whom her mother is teacher in another class, and about her new teacher; they were interesting stories for my 6 years old mind but it was more interesting that my parents actually are able to ask questions about their kid's day... Interesting indeed.