Sunday 1 March 2008
On Saturday, it was my worst nightmare at boarding school, I feel tearful. My mum sent me a letter which made me feel miserable, annoyed and unhappy, I really want to go back home. When I am going to get out of here I AM NOT COMING BACK! No one likes me here so what was the point sending me to this dark, dejected place?
A while later, my day wasn’t so bad… yet, until that on annoying bully called Basher came up to me with black shoe polish. Then I freaked out, he came closer everytime I opened my eyes. Then I opened them again I was on the table, Basher came up and started shoe polish in my hair that was annoying, I was so embarrassed.
Later on that day, I was thought of disgusting, annoying Basher while going to class I’m doing a spelling test today. After the spelling test, I was standing in the corner with a book on my head because I did rubbish on my spelling test. I could do better but I didn’t my skills are going down since Mr Carter keeps on telling me to put books on my head and stand in the rusty, old corner.