I Hated School

I have only bad memories about school.  I never had friends. I was always alone. Not always, but most of the time at least. Those girls who were popular didn't like me. And those who were extremely "unpopular" were afraid of me. So I was stuck in between. However boys from any group always liked me and were nice to me, don't know why. There were even some guys that would fall in love with me, but since they were in a popular group one of the girls would change their mind.

Then the new girl cam to our class. She was great. We became good friends. And it seemed that everything got better.

Anyway, there was one utterly hurtful experience that I will never forget.

I was having my winter holidays. After new years out house got burnt. We couldn't save anything. We were even lucky we didn't die inside. So we moved to my father's parent's house. A week after, someone came knocking at the door telling my grandfather that my daddy killed himself. This caused me pain that i could never explain in words. This was more tragic than anything I have ever experienced.

But the school started and I had to get back there. The worst part was that nobody even knew about my dad in the school, because they thought my mom's boyfriend was my real dad. This was sickening and very confusing to me that time. But I could not share it with anyone.

I didn't even have clothes. Because all of it got burnt and my family couldn't afford to buy me many. I was wearing one of my neighbour boys boots, and coat. And some new pants and a sweater I got.

I went to school, and saw my friend standing there. I went to her and said hi. I thought I would tell her about my dad after lessons. When classes began i went to our usual sit waiting for her when i saw her going to the "popular" girls place and sit there with them completely ignoring me. She has no idea how she's hurt me that day.