When I was in fifth grade, I decided that i want to leave my old school and change to other. I somehow made it through the tests to a school for somehow smart children. I wouldn’t say that i was exactly bulied in the previous school… I just… didn’t really fit in. I had a bestfriend from kindergarten when i started first grade but… she found new friends in 3rd grade but I was really alone, everyone just looked at me weirdly. After I got to the new school, i lost connection to all my previous classmates, but my new school was in a city, while my old school was in a small town, where i sadly still lived. I was scared to go home. Scared to see anyone of my old friends. Scared to go home from the train station. I wasn’t very successful at making friends in my new school either. I was, once again, alone and weird for others.I felt stuck, and i still do. I’m writing this on my bus ride home, hoping it will challenge me into doing something with it. I’m not sure if it will, but take this as my promise. To be continued…