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Freshmen Years (Share Yours Too)

"Never thought it could go any worse than that"

During the first month of summer before my life as a high school student would start, my father used to hate everything I do...and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING.

One time, I was writing on my journal, he scowled at me and said "What are you doing?! You're not even writing on your notebook during your days in elementary!"

Then there's this other time when I drank fresh milk. He was like "Why are you drinking that?! You're not allowed to drink fresh milk at this time of day!"

And of course, the basic thing that parents usually do:

I was watching TV then he called me outside. He was with our family and they were talking. I went up to them and he started talking about all my failures in life and they all started laughing at me. I swear, at that time, I wanted to cut myself.

I went to my room crying and searched for something sharp (can't use the knife, too big). I couldn't find any blade or cutter so I went for the stainless fastener. I wrote "PERFECT" in my arm with it like how the girl did it in the "Fucking Perfect" music video of Pink. It didn't bleed though. Was afraid cuz it hurts.

I went  to my sister after and showed it to her and then...do you know what she did???



She laughed at me and called me emo. I got embarrassed and decided to never try to cut myself again. Yes, I was a wimp.



AT SCHOOL...


You can usually see me sitting at the very corner of the classroom doing nothing but write while everyone in the room keeps on chatting themselves up and having fun. I was a loner at school. Whenever our teacher would tell us to find a partner, I would wait for the last person who doesn't have a partner because he/she has no choice but to partner up with me, right? Poor kid, I know.

One of my classmates went up to me once and told me everything that my classmates would comment about me. Here are the few things I remember:

  • I dress up awkwardly. (Tshirt, pants, rubber shoes, and jackets)
  • I walk in an awkward manner (I never knew there's a normal way of walking)
  • I am childish (Dude, I was 13 years old)
  • I talk to my dad like a baby (okay, let's discuss about that later)
  • I am boring (yes, I admit that. never knew any jokes good to crack up because no one actually talks to me)
Oh, and someone actually called me a "stealer" because her crush went through my bag and I asked her crush why he was going through my stuff. Ironic isn't it. (But hey, that girl's one of my best friends right now)

As you can see, I was nothing but a dust in the wind for them, but little did they know that I have a lot of online friends in this website called Tinierme. (But sadly, it's gone now, still mourning about it)

My life at home wasn't any different because before I go to school, my father would check my bag and one time, I forgot to throw the trash in my bag, he shouted at me about how unclean I was so he threw all the stuffs in my bag outside our house and I had to pick all of them up. I was teary eyed because I don't want to cry before I go to school. I was late for school after but of course, nobody noticed.

P.S.

I talk to my dad like a baby in school because I got used to it when I was in elementary. My sister, mom, dad, and I were really close. But ever since mom died, everything changed.

But I still love my dad no matter what.






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