บท 3: .waiting for the next move.

8am Tuesday 8th Sept 2012

Prior to looking back, I kick my leg toward the person behind me, weakening the persons defence and bringing them close to the floor. I spin 180 degrees a little too quickly, making me unable to see the persons face properly, injuring him/her a slight bit too much. Before being able to crouch and help the person up, I hear the principal's door slide open and I'm taken inside a gigantic spacious white room. Without another word, he introduces me to the assistant head, an attractive middle aged woman, short bobbed blond hair and him, the actual principal, a tall, stern looking old man with a dark black suit. You could tell that they weren't too please with the damaged done however they soon let me go to class and carry on with my day.

I didn't think too much about the incident, just hoped that the person was ok. The next thing I know, I'm surrounded by nearly 20 girls, screaming and shoving, asking me for my name and where I lived. Claustrophobia. Did I tell you? Yeap. I have claustrophobia.

I think you know what happened next.

I had a serious panic attack on the first day!!!! in front of e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e. The next thing I remembered was falling into someone's arms before totally blacking out and waking up on a hospital bed. GREAT! I mean, I guess someone had to call the ambulance or something before I died from my panic attack. I just hated myself for what happened that day!

When I returned back to school, as I passed the massive black school gate, before entering Block 1 of 3 (Business and Economics), I had every single eye looking at me. Some girls sneered while other boys looked in a somewhat awe looking expression. Quickly, I walked to class, up 2 flight of stairs down the long grey corridor and right to the group of classroom lying on the left hand side. Each room was massive, with stairs descending to the stage where there was a massive blackboard and a teachers stand. Obviously, me being the stupid me, I had to walk into the wrong classroom, the one next door, where they were teaching the older students Finance. Rather than slowly making my way outside, attracting absolutely no attention, I twisted my ankle and fell to the floor, head down.

hahahaha! Everyone had their dose of comedy that day, while I had an embarrassing and totally horrible day. In my head, before trying to get up, I prayed and swore to myself I would not wear heels to class EVER AGAIN. With my head down, I ran outside and into my actual classroom where you could hear some laughs from next door remaining. What a wonderful beginning to a wonderful school year...