Just when I started a new year in Year 10, for me things were a little different for the better , I had endured bullying for half a year and had moved on from the bad situation in a different year and a different class. Luckily one of my friends was also moved classes because of the 'options' (subjects for exams) we chose that will put us in different classes. Also on that same day, I met new people in my new class and also got to know them better as well as their personas. Apparently there were three new girls who are Asian and looked like they were the best of friends but their relationship told otherwise. One girl was pretty yet normal looking, short and looked like a genuine person with emotions, the 2nd girl was pretty but had vulnerability and reluctancy written all over her face but she is also genuine. Finally the last girl in the middle was pretty as well and looked like she was person but some looks can be deceiving and behind her niceness was a hidden intention, in other words she was a total two-faced . It may sound like a story from a book or a fanfic but it is all true.

I had become friends with two of the girls but I had always have a love/hate relationship with the who would always try to push my buttons when she had the chance but I never give her the satisfaction that she had won against me because I never ever back down from a fight. Also at the same time, I was also battling depression since I was 12 which was unknown from my family and friends from school and sometimes it used to interfere in my exams which was really bad. There was a time when I had to study for three exams in one day and it was getting hard for me and the consequences was worse. When that day had arrived, I went to my textiles exam and my mind went blank and I didn't answer much in the paper but luckily I did well in the other two exams and thought no one would notice my exam paper from earlier but I was dead wrong. Hours later, it was Parents Evening and I had to see some of my teachers on how well I was doing in my studies and during one of those meetings, the teacher had mentioned to my mom about the exam paper I took earlier and my mom was surprised that I had did something that was despicable but I defended myself by saying about having three exams in one day instead of two exams normally but luckily it was a mock exam and not the real thing. Although the teacher did give me a chance to re-test but my mom was still angry and disappointed at me for doing this and I was truly sorry if I hadn't felt pressure.

The next day I had to give a re-test but what happened on the way had surprised my friends and also myself. On the way I kept on thinking of what my mom had said to me which made me feel disappointed and I never wanted let her down and because of that I had a teary breakdown outside the hall and my friends were trying to console me and make me feel better but I still was crying so hard and calling myself a disappointment and a failure. One of my R. E. (Religious Education) teachers had witnessed it came over to me and felt soften by my state. I told him about my situation and he understood in my point of view, so he called the teacher to cancel it and also took me in a room to calm myself down for a while because he knew that I had faced a hard day before and in the morning. He took me in the I. L (Inclusive Learning) Room which was like a detention room for people but also some people went there to also finish off their assignments as well so I decided to stay there for the whole day instead of going back to class. When I went in the room, it felt like I was in a jail for teens because I only went there to get my mind off that incident and I've heard people mentioning about this room a lot of times when some people get in trouble in school and I felt at ease and just carried on going through the assignments that my English teacher had given me. At lunchtime I hanged out with my friends and they were asking me if I was ok and I was and they wanted to know what the I.L Room was like which made me laugh and they had supported me in my situation and after lunch I went back to the room and suddenly my textiles teacher was here giving me a re-test paper to do but luckily it wasn't in the room but in my own time. Slowly she forgot about it because she was occupied  with other assignments with a different class and I myself had totally forgot about and I never gave the paper back because it will always remind me of the mistake that I had made which I always remember in the back of my mind.

Here was Part 2 and there will be more to come...