If I remember correctly it was around the age of 15-16 my mom dragged my whole family to Oklahoma her sisters death because my conniving aunt guilt-tripped her into doing so. Upon arriving in —— it was ok at first then upon starting school I learned a new lesson about social outcasts. I typically try to stick to myself it's a sort of defense mechanism I have developed over the years in order to separate myself from the drama of school life. Upon starting my freshman I realized that everyone knew everything there was about each other. So starting school I sat at the back of class in the corner to try to hide myself from everyone it worked well for a little bit then people stopped chatting about summer break and trued starting to talk to me it was a nightmare. I absolutely hate talking to people I start to tense up and stutter and in some severe case start to tear up. As my freshman year progressed people kept trying to be my friend and convince me to play baseball/basketball the two sports I hate the most although there was a bright side to that hell hole and that was history class it was a class where I could relax and forget about the struggles of the day. Mr.k he would either assign pages to be read and answered or we would watch a movie. As the year progressed the school found out some shocking facts about one of the teachers mr.g our math/economics teacher well he was kind of a pedo in class he could be seen looking down girls shirts and rubbing their legs
Enough for this chapt sophomore year is tomorrow's chapt