Aisle Thirteen

Chapter 3

My seventh to eleventh grade went smoothly. I'm not that scared of the crowd anymore. I helped myself adjust to my environment and the people.

My best friend helped me a lot, too. She's very patient and very understanding. She told me not to rush with making friends. I need to find the real ones. She said, "Quality over quantity.".

Even though I made some friends and I'm not scared of the big crowd anymore, I still choose to be alone sometimes. I think being alone, with just yourself, is healthy for every single one of us. It's the only time we can think about the certain things we can't think about.

I'm on my twelveth grade right now, I'm soon gonna be graduating and I'm going to college. I took an exam for my dream university. I hope I passed, though.

"Cal! Cal!" I heard a familiar loud irritating voice.

I'm on the benches of the school's grounds. I saw Micaela nearing to me.

She hugged me so tight. I wondered what happened. She looked so happy.

I chuckled. "What is it?"

"We made it!" She held both my shoulders.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"We made it to UCLA!" She shouted to my face.

"What? Oh my gosh." I'm so shocked, I can't find the right words to say.

"We made it to UCLA! We're going to study there! We made it, Cal!"

And that was my biggest achievement so far. I graduated from my senior year and I looked forward to my college years.

"Cal! You don't wanna be late on your first day!" My mom shouted from downstairs.

It's my first day in my dream university. I should get ready.

I dressed myself up. I'm wearing a nude turtleneck sweater, white jeans, and brown boots. I grabbed my brown back pack from Michael Kors.

I went downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Oh, you're here!" I said as I saw my best friend, eating cereal on the counter top.

"Yes, and if you don't eat ASAP we're going to be running late." She went back to eating her Lucky Charms.

"Hey, honey." My mom kissed my cheek. "Are you excited?"

"Of course, mom. I looked forward to this."

"Make new friends, okay?"

"Sure." I smiled.

After we ate breakfast, we head off the door.

I lived my freshmen life happily. I made some friends again. I'm happy with everything I have. My mom was happily living, too. She met someone and they are so in love. I'm happy for her.

I'm doing well in my school. My grades were okay. My life is the way I wanted it. I couldn't ask for more.

Until the middle of the school year, some of my "friends" made fun of me. They found my old works that aren't that good, they found it and spread it all over the school. I felt humiliated because they told me I didn't deserve going to the university.

Those days were dark. I thought I wouldn't have anxiety anymore and I thought my life was perfect. I was wrong.

My trust issues went so bad. I felt so betrayed. I wouldn't talk to anyone in school except Micaela. She was there for me the whole time I was having a hard time. I went aloof again.

I didn't told my mom about what I'm dealing with in school because I didn't want her to worry about me. I can handle myself. Or so I thought.