Hi, I'm Austin and I want to tell you about my high school experience.
I attend Mammoth Institute. It is a competitive school where everyone tries to climb to the top, so that they can get into the college their parents want for them. That's what I wanted to but then I thought is it really what I want?
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For years I followed my parent's plan. Study hard, stay number one in my studies, and get into the college my family has always gone to. I never had any friends because my mom would scare them off. She thought having friends would be a distraction and it would cause my grades to drop. I had one schedule and it consisted of going to school, the academy, and home. I never went to the movies or an amusement park. I can't even eat junk food. I don't see how junk food relates to my studying but to my mom it does.
I followed this plan until that new student, Zara came. She would stick to me like glue and always talk to me no matter how harsh I was to her. Not only that but she was super smart. The first test she took when she transferred her she beat me and went straight to number one. I knew that trouble would be coming my way.
After school was over I was scared to see my mom. Knowing her, she probably already knew the results of the test and wasn't too happy about it. As always her car was parked right outside of school, waiting for me. As I walked to the car, that Zara girl came out of nowhere and started talking to me. While she was talking, I could see my mother watching us. She didn't look happy at all.
Although it was a little mean, I pushed Zara out of the way and she fell but if I helped her up my mother would be even more mad. I ran to the car and my mother drove off. For the whole ride, she said nothing. We went inside the house and I started walking to my room. She grabbed my hand and smacked me right there in the face.
"What happened on your test? Why did you get second place? Who was that girl? With each question she asked she kept slapping me in the face. "I don't know who she is. She just came up to me and started talking. I don't know why she talked to me but I didn't talk back to her." With that, my mother stopped slapping me and asked me what the girl's name was. I was a little scared to reply but if I didn't then I would face an even harsher punishment. "Zara Williams", I said softly.
The next day, Zara came to school but surprisingly she didn't say hi or even talk to me. I should have felt relieved but instead, I felt sad because she was the only one who ever took an interest in me in my class. I also felt that something might have happened. The whole time during class she didn't even look in my direction.
I wonder what happened.
(Austin's story will be continued in Zara's story)