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 For everyone to read! (PART 1)
THIS IS LONG. Please, bear with me and give me advice.

I have finally gone to school. After years and years of suffering from agoraphobia and staying at home to get my education, I have summed up the courage to attend a small 800-student school a few miles away from the larger high school in the hopes that my condition may lessen a bit. And it has. Though I tend to stay by myself at all times at school, and I still am extrmely nervous around large groups of people, the fact that everyone knows everyone and is friendly with each other makes it much less stressful on my part.

I've attended school for about seven weeks and it's not as bad as I once thought. It really is a beautiful school—it's old, made of brick with ivy and vines crawling over it's face. It has a common area in the middle with fountains, large islands with all sorts of plant life in them, cool shaded areas underneath the second floor and lots of chairs and tables for people to sit at. It's truely a paradise. The classrooms are very small and can fit about fifteen people, but that's one more beautiful thing about it. It's perfect for me. And the classrooms have huge windows where you can look out on the common area and see the beautiful greenery. There's nothing better.

Every half-semester the homeroom classes go on a trip to Georgia (the next state over). It's just for fun and I'm surprised the school can fund it four times a year but...no complaints. It's not a mandatory trip but most of the students love going so I decided I would go too. Why not? As I've lasted this long at school I should be brave and take new chances. So I signed up for the trip.

This was a week ago. We left the 4th and came back the 9th.

We were going to stay in a hotel and needed to pick a roommate. Since I was still not familiar with anyone I decided one person is as good as the next, and allowed the teacher to pick for me. She picked a boy named Jonathon. I hadn't really known who Jonathon was but I was fine with the pairing. The day of the trip was when I really saw him. He's rather uninteresting except for one thing: he has the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. Reddish-gold with brown mixed in, and with the most perfect, un-messy curls. It may sound gay, but his hair is gorgeous.

We didn't talk much the first hour or so on the bus. It was absolutely freezing and we were both shivering, making it extremely uncomfortable between us. The way the conversation really got started was strange. I noticed after awhile that he was scratching at his chest for a very long time, so I asked him about it. He didn't want to say much about it, so I left it  for awhile, but as he kept scratching and looked incredibly uncomfortable I asked again:

Me: That's pretty bad huh?
Him: I guess so.
Me: What happened to your chest?

So he pulled down his collar and I saw his skin was extremely red and it looked raised somehow.

Me: Oh. You've got a rash?
Him: Yeah. It's okay.
Me: Do you want to put ice on it? (I had a bottle of water with ice, disregarding the fact it was about 30 degrees outside)
Him: Naw, it'll go away soon. I break out when I'm nervous, it's no big deal.

So he was nervous, about what I don't know. I didn't bother asking him since he seemed like he wanted to be left alone, but he kept scratching himself for a very long time afterward. But we did get talking again:

Me: How old are you?
Him: I'm almost 17.
Me: I'm almost 17 too. Where do you live?
Him: Just a few miles away. I didn't want to go on this trip but oh well.
Me: Why not?
Him: Cause I get nervous when I'm not in a familiar place. But I went anyway cause you wanted to go and you wouldn't have had a partner if I didn't.

Well, you can imagine how bad I felt after he said that. I told him I didn't have to go and if he didn't want to he could've told me and I wouldn't have been sore about it. He laughed and said it was okay, he was looking forward to seeing Georgia anyway. After that we opened up more to each other.

This is part 1. Please stay patient for part 2.


    Posted by Dark_Eyes on 2009-10-12 17:05:53 | Rating: | Views: 22
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Very interesting and well written,looking forward to part 2.
Posted by  nanahart  on 2009-10-12 17:25:35 
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