Here’s my story:
I used to be happy. So happy. I had the perfect life. I had everything. A few years ago, my parents bought an apartment so that I could attend one of the most prestige schools in the city. I was 11 at the time. I was totally fine with it. I was sure that I was going to this school. But during my last year of the school I was going to at the time, I met some friends. I really really loved them. But I knew that they were going to another school. This made me feel really sad because I really didn’t want to leave them. I still wanted to be with them. So naturally I told my parents that I didn’t want to go the prestige school anymore. My parents are very understanding and they care about my happiness a lot. So they agreed. So then it was settled. I was now going to this catholic school with a not so high reputation. But I was happy because I was with my friends. These friends that I am talking about aren’t actually a big part of the story because around November of my first school year, I found different friends. These friends made me realise who stupid I was for hanging out with my old friends. It was then that I knew that I was wasting my time. I felt like a different person when I met these new friends. Everything was perfect. I had the most amazing friends that made me feel happy. Unexplainably happy. We had so much fun everyday. My life was perfect. I was friends with them for 2014 and 2015. This is the part where the story changes for the bad.
During the December holidays of 2015, I was thinking about the prestige school I almost went to. I was thinking about how life would of been if I didn’t change my mind. It was then I realised how horribly selfish I was being. I turned up the offer to go to one of the city’s most prestige all girls school. I felt horrible. I remember feeling like I let my parents down. I felt like the worst daughter ever. So I quickly made a decision. I marched right up to my mum one day and told her that I wanted to go to this school. My parents and I had a long talk about it and it was settled. I was now moving to go to this school. I was going to leave everything that I had. My friends, My teachers, my house. My whole life basically. I remember the moving process to be really upsetting but I thought it was all going to be worth it. And oh my gosh, I was so wrong. On the first day Of my new school, I cried in front of everyone. This day was the worst day of my life. I gave up everything for nothing. I thought I was doing the right thing by moving to this school. But you see, the problem was that I started this school two weeks late. So everyone had friends. No one wanted to be my friend. No one really liked me. Only the lame kids did. The teachers didn’t seem as good as the ones at my last school. I kinda hated everyone as much as they hated me. The whole school in general seemed depressing. Now I have an announcement to make. I am still at this prestige school with no friends, sitting in class writing this story. Because I have nothing else to do. I lost all my friends, my house, my happiness. All because of one very stupid decision. I feel hopeless. I feel depressed. I lost everything. I can’t even properly explain how I feel. Can you imagine losing everything you have all because of yourself?