My Life: Welcome To Me

It was so strange leaving school. I remember it clearly. I remember telling myself, no matter what I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry leaving a school that had caused me such misery over the years. So many days, so many bullies, so much pain and confusion.

We stood up in the cafeteria. All our bags ready, our lockers empty. Our head mistress came came in to give us a proud talk about how she's miss us and hoped we'd come back for 6th form and wished us well in our future.

Now and again being interrupted be a couple of students who called out silly things while she was speaking.

Her speech didn't affect me that much. I couldn't wait to go home.

Though a few other girls did start to cry. Mean while a few boys started teasing them. A few moments before them we left we all could sign each others sweatshirts. A name to remember us by I guess.

As everyone chatted to each other while signing each others shirts. I stood their awkwardly for a couple of seconds, not sure who to try and sign who's shirt. I was insecure and felt like no one would want my signature. Who would want my signature? The loser of the school? Who'd want to remember me?

Again my friend Ziggy came up to me, signing my shirt asked me to sign hers. I done it grateful. After her two more girls that I talked to some times but I didn't really hang out with came up to me. And I tell you I felt so happy, even though it was a silly thing really.

They wanted me? To put my name on their shirts as a reminder of school? I felt proud, maybe most of them didn't hate me after all?

Though my happiness soon went down the drain as I realised for most students this had turned into some sort of game. At who could get the most names on their shirt, not really caring who signed their shirt, as long as they got the most signatures on their shirts. As I noticed other students boasting at how many signatures they got on their shirts.

I was even more sure of this when two people I disliked and knew they hated me because I'd heard many rude comments coming from them, asking me to sign their shirt.

The feeling of Joy disappeared as I realised know one was taking this seriously and I most of them just wanted my signature for the who could get the most signatures on their shirt game.

After everyone sighed their shirts. A few other teachers gave a few more speeches. Then with that we were all bearded out of the school by the teachers.

I felt a little numb as I watched some of my bullies disappear from school. Thinking, was this it? Was this the last I would see of them? No more being called rude names? No more food being thrown at me? No more disappearing up to the Library because no one would hang out with me? No more hateful glares?

As I walked down from the school grounds. My sister staying to chatt more with her huge group of friends.

As I walked through the park next to our school, towards my house, I thought back to my years of School.

My first crush on a boy.

My first detention.

My first A in year 11.

My first friend I made, Rose Anne, though who soon left me when her new friend started crap rumours about me in school.

My best friend leaving me.

Horrible untrue rumours going around at School that some kid made up. That most students believed.

Being called names.

I promised I wouldn't cry for this school because of everything that had happened.

But I did.

I broke my promise.

5 years of my life gone. Everything I knew gone.

No more School.

The future ahead of me and it scared me yet exited me.

I promised I wouldn't, but I did.

I cried that I was leaving school. Already feeling lost and unsure what would happen to me.

I cried.

It was so strange.

That through everything that had happened to me....I did....I missed School.

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