Autobiography Challenge (cont.)
I went on from there, with a note in my journal for English, that read, “Keep writing, you’ll go far,” I was ready to leave. I needed to leave.
No one knew me, or my story, in seventh grade. I got a new start, that’s all I wanted. I was quiet, I sort of just drifted along with everything. The person I met, writes on here occasionally, maybe you know her… She’s my best friend about two years later. I didn’t have to drift anymore.
Eighth grade came and I didn’t want to graduate. I did though, we all did, together. I got my diploma and actually smiled, unlike sixth grade, when I didn’t know what to feel. That same night, I went home and almost burned my sixth grade diploma, but I didn’t.
Somewhere, I felt like I needed it. The piece of paper that says this little girl still exists inside of you, she just got hurt. Now, I’m looking at both of them and one says, “You survived.” The other, “You’re stronger.”
I’m stronger, and the voice is slowly coming back.