FiRsT fReAk OuT

A lot of people weren’t happy with this whole “mix the classes thing”. You know how people complain about being “uncool” and “invisible”. Well try being the most hated girl in your grade. A grade that you have known since grade R by the way. No, I wasn’t the “untouchable” for the rest of the year. I wasn’t even the untouchable for more than two hours. But hey! It was enough. By the time the bell rang my self-control was almost out the window. I ran onto the field. Thank god it was raining. I was by myself, having a totally record-breaking freak out session, when someone starts walking toward me. I’ll tell you one good thing about being the most hated person in school : It shows you who your true friends are. As it turns out, I have a lot more friends than I have enemies, Which makes me wonder why I couldn’t have been sitting next to them instead of the dark side, but I guess this whole thing was a big part of me becoming myself.

By the end of the day it had died down and people weren’t at each others throats. One thing was more apparent though: The tension between the two classes. Man, it was a good thing they DIDN’T mix the classes. It would’ve been seriously messy. I still don’t know how the school found out. Maybe they just realised the error of their ways. Yeah Right.