Chapter 3
My
grade 8th wasn’t not good and bad. I got the chance to sing solo at a school
concert in my music class, finally skinny like I want to be and all. I had made
to the popular crowd and it was great for me. I felt accepted and all that shit,
but I had to admit that I was DEAD wrong. After meeting Francis Godin, who was
like a brother to me, some slut, which that blond bimbo name was Sarah Morneau
and my so-called “friend” who do what ever in her powers to get Francis away
from me. It wasn’t because she liked him and wanted him and that shit. Fuck
she had a long time boyfriend, Maxime Beaulieu, who was like my own brother
also, but we lost that relationship, cause of that mother fucking asshole slut!
There’s something that I don’t understand. I never did crazy shit to her and
ALWAYS got her back when she got into trouble with other peeps, but instead she
send me shit. Cause you see, Sarah and myself were one of the most popular and
very known girls in school and it our classrooms, until one day, she stopped
talking to me and all.
Since I’m the kind of girls who wants explanations and all, I asked her why
she stopped talking to me. Her answer? That I was weird and not myself anymore.
WHAT THE FUCK? Damn shit I was myself since the beginning, but it seemed that
SHE was the one who was weird on me! Fuck! Really, I don’t know her shit and I
STILL don’t wanna know. Ever since that day, she made everyone turn against
me, such as Dominic, Makenzie, Mychel, just to name a few. Believe me it was
HELL, from the fact they teasing me and ignored and all… flashback from
elementary school.
Despise all that tears, which was for nothing, Fanny who was really popular
around school and one of my friend still talked to me. She wanted Sarah to eat
shit more that I do. Since I knew her a long time, I had confess about what had
happen to me when I was younger. From all the people I told, she was the first
one to supported me, beside Maria, and encouraged me to talk to an adult. Kinda
hard, but I did talk about it one of my teacher. From that day, I went to
council out of school, every Thursdays, after school without my folks knowing.
It was one of the teacher who drove me there, he told me that I wasn’t the
first person that he drove me to the place. There were 20 other kids from school
who had confess also. Sadly, it didn’t take me long to stay at the junk, cause
it didn’t help me at all.
Even before that, I was in a lot of depression and didn’t know what to do and
the only way I though was to end my life. I had tempted suicide twice during
those 2 years. My first was 12, by putting a knife at my neck, but Bob came out
of nowhere and stopped me. At the age of 14, it was my 2nd attempt. The reason
that stopped me what kinda weird, I was thinking about my future and what it had
on hold for me.
As I started my grade 9th, into a different school, École Secondaire Mont-De-La
Salle. The first thang straight in my mind: “New School + New Influence + New
Friends + New Hotties To Check Out = BIG TROUBLE!”
From the first school month, September, I decided to take my health in my own
hands. By stopping smoking… it wasn’t easy the first week, believe me, but I
had made it. Days passed by and everything was going smoothly, but at the month
of October, that was another story. It was a simple day at school, but I
wasn’t myself at all. Too many stuffs in my mind and still wondered who I was,
all that gave me a nervous breakdown during lunch time. Yes people, I broke down
in tears and I snapped. The day after that, I acted like nothing happen, but
deep down I wanted to DIE, just didn’t give a fuck about anything and anyone
and kept it all behind with an everyday laugher and smiles.
Around the month of January, I was given another chance in the popular crowd
again with the help of Fanny who gave me the opportunity. We and 2 other girls
were like the 4 Ethic Sisters or something, cause me, Fanny, Christina and
Maricela were different race and we given ourselves different nicknames. I was
the Asian with the nickname Angel; Fanny was the white girl with the name of
Vampira; Maricela was Latino with the name of Latina and there was Christina who
was Arab with the name of… actually I don’t remember. But anyways all that
fames and popularity didn’t last for long, cause at the month of May, the day
after my birthday, they ALL stopped talking to me. It was a flashback from grade
8th when Sarah stopped talking to me, but with them… they didn’t give me any
reason why they dished me. Instead of Fanny who was consoling me it was a
certain and very special guy that I had met and grew closer to during my
popularity time… and he was popular himself, but didn’t give shit about it.
His name was Ricky Sousa and he was the most handsome… not to mention buff
Portuguese guy I had laid my eyes on! He made me feel good about myself and
still talked to me after the girls had dish me. He told me that everything would
be alright and it was their freaking problem not mine. Just because of the facts
that we were always in each others arms, he played with my hair, the way our
faces were together when we talked seemed like we were going to kiss (when we
talked he ALWAYS lower his head down to my neck so he could speak directly and
softly to my ear and I did the same thang for him, but I had to stretch up since
he was 6’0 and I was 5’3) or I sat on his lap, there were a rumor going
around school that we were a couple madly into each other. I didn’t know about
his feelings towards me, but I sure do know mine towards him!