DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY, EXCEPT THE CHARACTERS INVOLVED WHO ARE ALL FICTIONAL.
Then I met a girl called Neka Hoyey. She just asked me to play with her out of the blue, and we started hanging out since then. She was my new best friend. However, she had to go to the hospital a lot because she had a lot of “fits,” as she called them, so she was out of school a lot.
In year five, I started hanging out with Keith again, and sadly Larry, as he hung out with Keith. When I was in that group, I also made friends with a girl called Ebony, who had the longest, blackest hair I’d ever seen.
Also, in year five, I had a teacher called Mrs. Boon. I liked her, and even almost accidentally called her “mum” at one point. We also had this thing when people brought out chess boards and marbles from the shed at break. I used to watch the year sixes play chess, entranced.
By year six, I had a new teacher, who was by far the worst teacher I’d ever had: Mrs. Fopal. She seemed to pick on me more than anyone else. To every other child, she was lovely. But, it was almost as if she had targeted me the day I came in, and decided that she didn’t like me. Not to mention that her daughter and I both competed for the part of Mary in the nativity play. Her daughter got the part, but I always thought the contest was rigged because she was Mrs. Fopal’s daughter. She also started hanging out with a friend of mine, Elizabeth. Elizabeth and I barely talked after that, but she never told me why. I started hanging out with Larry’s group all the time, and even developed a strange obsession with Larry, as he was my first crush. However, it turned out that Keith had a crush on me, which he admitted on one of the last days of year six. I can still remember that moment, clear as crystal. Larry pushed him towards me, telling him to tell me. I questioned what he was supposed to tell me. He gulped and smiled, embarrassed. He then told me that if somebody asked him if he liked me and if he liked Doctor Who, he’d have the same answer: yes.
I was frustrated with this, as I kind of wanted him to say it aloud, but whatever. We ran across the playground, escaping the friends questioning us like we were celebrities hiding from the paparazzi. We both laughed and ran around some more, through different classrooms, the sun shining through the windows striking our faces, the rainbow patterns made by the sun’s reflections looking like jewels on his face. We both laughed like crazy people, running around, his hand clasping mine. He then asked me if I wanted to go out with him. I agreed happily, and we started going out. Everyone seemed to agree that we were the perfect match; two geeks together. I did as well.
As we left our primary school, memories came tumbling at me. The cafeteria ladies who gave me sweets when I said “please” and “thank you,” the millions of Roald Dahl, children’s editions of Shakespeare stories and Jacqueline Wilson books I’d read, the time I burst into tears when I was rejected from the choir class because my parents forgot to sign a permission slip, the school performance of Grease and how I was one of three Sandy’s (we spilt up the song into different parts because some could sing parts better than others), and a lot of other things. And I smiled and threw away my life there, hoping for a new life where I didn’t always cry.
And, after a lot of work, that’s what I got. I had to dump a lot of friends along the way, though. I still wonder if it was all worth it. But, right now . . . I think it was.