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BITTERSWEET SCHOOL RUINS ALL
The long story of a schizo girl
This is the story of a girl born 14 years ago on a planet called Earth, in a country named Canada, in Montreal city. It's called 'Bittersweet school ruins all' because school is, like a lot of people, an important, obligatory part of my life. She was supposed to be born in february, but the doctors decided to let her out on January 13, because they were afraid she was dead in her mother's womb (baby wasn't moving, she was too 'lazy'...). So, her parents named that prematured baby Elia (no accent on the 'e' please, i may speak french but my name is in english). Yes, that's quite a long name.
Anyway, the little girl grew up in Montreal, only moving 4 times in her whole life. The only trip outside the country she ever went to was to France when she was 4 years old, so she doesn't remember it a lot.
She attended to some french school in her neighbourhood at 4 years old, but had some difficulties to fit in, because she was vietnamese and didn't spoke a lot french. in the end, they 'kicked' her out of school... but next year she came back. this year again, she had problems. firstly, she was lying a lot to be 'more interesting' or something like that, but the teachers always knew it because she was always half telling the truth, half lying. the other traumatizing experience was when she discovered the girl she thought was her best friend wasn't her best friend... (everybody had to draw their best friends, she drew some girl, but that girl didn't drew her back... She was just deceived. you know, kids...) Oh, yeah, and she met her first child love too. Some portuguese guy...
First grade. At seven years old, she discovered an ashaming flaw: jealousy. She was jealous of everybody who'd have better grades or stuff like that. The teacher was ill that year so we had a substitute for half of the year. But no, i didn't fail because of that. That year I met KV too... some guy, you don't know him. Oh, and i met Genevieve who was my best friend for... I don't know how long. But then I moved and we lost contact... :/
Second grade. Whole new school, whole new place. I met some nice girl who was new there too and she became my best friend for a while. But (yes another but), i was too pig-headed and the girl too so only because of some toy that wasn't even a real one we had a fight and the girl moved and we never spoke to each other again. yes, sad. but i was young and stupid. and still am. that year i became nerd too. the principal even gave me a gift because i had such good grades. Whoa.
Third grade. It's that year that i discovered i was nerd. So i just stopped kissing teachers' butts. I was a wannabe popsy, always following the others just because. I don't remember much of this year.
Fourth grade. We had a pretty cool teacher this year, by opposite with the year before. I guess nothing important really happened in my life that year... I know, I just switched from the third to the first person...
Fifth grade. We were the 5th and 6th grade combined together, we didn't really like that. But we were all agreeing: the teacher sucked. I won't name him. That year some guy fell in love with me, at first i didn't love him, but one of my friends loved him and she never stopped talking about him and in the end i fell for him too. but it was too late i already said i didn't love him, so next year he graduated and i never saw him again. i bet he could recognize himself if he read this, but he won't so that's just perfect.
Sixth grade. That year we weren't combined with the 5th graders because in total we were 31 with them so it was more than the limit permitted. so we got separated and we had our 4th grade teacher as our 6th grade teacher, because he wanted to teach us again because he said he had a great time with us. that year went pretty good, even if i had my teen crisis and i was always crying for nothing. the primary graduation party was cool, that's were i discovered my passion for music. thanks to my thursday teacher who told me i was a good dancer:). (by the way, our 4th grade teacher only taught us on monday, tuesday, wednesday and friday and another one taught us on thurday, i don't remember why...) during the summer vacations i discovered i loved a guy and i was lying to myself all the time, pretending i didn't. another sad heartbreak and it was again all because of myself. Also, I've been hurt by some so-called friends. They weren't fooling me, but they didn't do what friends should do.
Secondary one. Haha, high school! Actually, even if it was only last year, i don't remember what happened. i mean, yeah, but i don't think of something really particular. oh, yeah, i remember... At the begging of the year I thought it would be just like in the movies, you know, bullies who stalk you to get your money or beat you. But, no, there wasn't any bullies... but a lot of jackasses. I thought I wasn't gonna have anybody to hang out with, but some girls asked me to be their friends. I accepted. But then, I quitted the 'gang'. Cuz I didn't fit in and they weren't even including me in their activities. So I guess I went a bit smarter that year. and it's in the middle of that year, that i started studying. yeah, belive it or not, i was nerd even though i was almost never studing before that. i think i missed something that year... that's why i still always feel like i'm 13... oh, yeah, and my family and i went to toronto by car too, we had a small accident that averagely scared me, but nobody was hurt. during the summer I was almost living online, because I thought had more 'friends' on the net and in 'real life'. But in the end, I saw that it was almost the same.
Secondary two. The first half of it, i was really nowhere, only living for music, running away to home at the sound of the bell just to listen to music. stupid, yeah. but I was so music obsessed. and still am! then, i became friend with Este. i mean, i was already her friend, but not really... anyway, we met HEAV, FA, NG and KVN, the 'serial killers', we brainwashed ourselves, we collected pictures of Elijah Wood together (lol, it's over now). it was fucked up... and i developped my schizophrenic side too. i had a misanthropic crisis somewhere in the year because people were bitching and bothering me and stuff like that. i became maniac of Nirvana and of a lot of things. in december, i cried for a guy... anyway, too much stuff to tell and to remember. good thing: no more a wannabe tennybooper; bad thing: more people hate me. In went to Gaspesie in the summer for 2 days, it was okay... Also, I started to complain more and to categorize/stereotype people, well, being more bitch. I started my guitar lessons with my uncle and an acoustic guitar that belonged to my cousin. In the summer of 2002, I received my first electric guitar, it's a red and white Strat from brand Barracuda. My mom and I bought it at Archambault (huge store on St. Catherine Street) on wednesday, July 17.
Secondary 3: Friday, September 6, 2002 Well... Still schizo. More inse-cock than ever. I love theatre class. Computer (keyboard...) is nice, because I suck but yet try... Math is kinda easy. French... is French. I'm composing more this year: already a page full of lyrics in my agenda. Bio is cool, the classes don't seems to last 75 minutes. I heard that Grade 9th sucked. I don't agree. The people? I'm not judging 'em much, but since a lot of them judge me, I bitch just don't listen. Or think of my better future... My 'Carreer Choice' classmates now all know I'm a wannabe surgeon.
Years to come? Who knows...
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