Takio^Takav # 1

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Takio^Takav # 1

This weather is awesome- bright, sunny and warm. This is what I called the perfect weather to enjoy a summer. But time flies by and soon, after awhile; I won’t be able to enjoy this wonderful weather and days. Instead I’ll be stuffed up in a school or a room studying my butt off hoping to survive grade 9. I mean, two weeks of summer has gone by already and there is only a month and 2 weeks until grade 9. And 2 weeks before school starts, I’m off to vacation, at that time.

Vacation two weeks before school and coming back the night before school starts, WHAT WAS MY PARENTS THINKING? Its high school, do they even care? What if I get lost and get the wrong schedule, what if I never get my student card? What if I get trampled over by all the senior students? What if all this ruins my reputation? Okay, so I know this won’t happen and don’t care that much if it did. But it is my “first” year at high school, I mean I don’t want to miss registration day, but no, my parents just had to decide that we needed to drop by Hoon Kow. I mean I understand if I’m going to Beishang for a piano concert, I might as well drop by Hoon Kow but it’s not fair.

And what is going to happen when my mom and I are on vacation, since my dad won’t come with us. What if he likes this house? And and he buys it? And then everything will be worst. I will be going to stupid Markhill, all lost and being the “new” student. I wish this summer would never end, actually I wish august would never come, and then I won’t have to worry about vacation, or grade 9. And I could enjoy this weather. Okay, maybe not since I’m stuck in the house practicing piano and my parents won’t even let me go out the house for 5 minutes for fresh air. They say “it’s dangerous.”

So maybe I’m just fretting over all this high school stuff too much. I’m just worried about it, but who isn’t? OK, I know, the whole world isn’t. And that is only because no one is going to miss registration day like me. Perhaps, I just got to chill, maybe things will be fine. I thought going to grade 7 was going to be quite hard when I was in grade 6. But I was wrong. So could high school be possibly the same thing? I hope so. Everything is going to be alright, right?

Breathe In. Breathe Out. My friends taught me to do that when I start to panic.

Everything will be fine. Nothing to worry about. Just keep calm. And I kept repeating this to myself louder until I got loud enough for my mom to hear me.

“Hun? Something the matter?” my mom shouted.

“Oh sorry, mom, everything is alright.” I replied.

“Are you busy?” my mom asked.

“Err, no?” I answered hesitantly. I didn’t want to say I was busy since I wasn’t really busy, and if I did, my mom would ask why I was so loud. And then she’ll start making this a pep talk, and that I wanted to avoid.

“Come help me with some packing, ok?”

“Uh sure.”

Ten minutes later.

I mentioned to my mom that packing at this time was quite early when she asked me to help her. All she said was we will be busy in august. What did she mean we? I am the one with the rehearsal concert, piano exam and school registration day. Oh yeh, no school registration day anymore. After awhile, my dad walked by us and started fretting over all this stuff about our vacation. It’s like they haven’t gone on a trip before. My mom is acting all cool about this while my dad is like blah blah. Just annoying. And what did I tell my dad about this trip? He just won’t listen, now he’s all scared. But that serves him right.

All right, maybe I’m just being stupid again, my dad is not fretting over anything and even if he was, he shouldn’t. He did come over and started to complain about how he has to paint the house. Ugh, I just can’t stop being negative. I miss Bernville too much already and it’s only been two weeks off from school and grad. But maybe I should be glad that I’m going to Raycliffe, at least I can let go of those not so good memories I had. (Oh, I almost forgot that I might attend Markhill.) Bernville was a great school well it still is, but it’s not “my” school anymore, I had many great memories there but there were those bad times.

I made many mistakes there, some that healed and in the end made everything better. But others that I made because of words that were said and for being dim-witted were the stupid ones. I don’t know how a few words could have gotten me into all that junk. And in the end even after it was over, I was questioned and no one understands. Well, he didn’t understand. Maybe I was just dumb to be brave, to let it out to him and to tell him the truth because he didn’t seem to care. So he did seem to care but he made me feel that I’ve done something wrong to tell him so late. Did it even matter? Those were hurtful words and not even caring about how hard it was for me to do this. I guess it was better to have it this way though, because at least now I know that I’ve made this mistake. And I better not do the same thing again. =

I don’t even understand why I’m still talking about it, am I still not over it? How come I can’t move on? I just want to stab myself soon. Mistakes and high school, how the heck do they think I will adapt to learn from my mistake that I can’t get over and adapt to high school on the very first day? Or maybe I just have to be patient, everything takes time, right?