Walking with Yunho
Everyone always used to tell me high school would be the best time of my life. I remember being nervous about going there. To me it was a new place, and there would be big kids there. Naturally for me anyone over five feet is a big kid. They told me high school would be full of new experiences and I would love it. What a bunch of bull shit that was!
I was one of those kids that dreamed of being popular I mean what girl doesn’t dream of that. I wanted to be the girl with all the friends, the one that everyone went to for help, and for the most part I wanted to be loved. You know how all those movies show high school as being a bunch of cliques. Well they are not far off. It really is a bunch of cliques. You ask me where I fit in in all of this, well I don’t.
High school was torture. I was, you know how you see that one kid in all those flicks that gets his books shoved out of his hands, he gets shoved into lockers and shit spilled all over him. I was that very kid.
I mean I took excelled classes just to get away from them. Oh and I avoided the lunch room at all costs. I mean all four years I refused to have lunch. I made my guidance counselor add extra classes just so I could avoid it.
There was this one time I can remember it very clearly. It was Valentine’s Day, I had never really done anything for the holiday, but this year would be different. You see there was this upper classmen who was in all the schools musicals and I really admired him. Dave was his name. Well, anyways I had bought a box of chocolates and wrote him a note of admiration. I remember psyching myself up and I went to his locker in the morning, with my pretty white dress and hair in a bow. I gave him the chocolate and the note, he smiled at me and took them. It wasn’t until later in the day that I started hearing the whispers “Look, it’s that freshmen the one who dared to confess to a senior.” Then somewhere out of nowhere I was shoved into a locker and spat on. “You’re ugly and fat, get it in your head! NO ONE LIKES YOU.” Needless to say I spent the rest of that day in an abandoned bathroom crying.
I remember it getting so bad to the point I would do anything to not go to school. I remember faking the flu, chicken pox, and even pretending to be blind just to get away from having to go to school. Eventually my mother realized there was something wrong, and she whisked me away to the doctors.