Jimin: 29 May Year 22

A thin strip of light streaked across my desk. It barely made it through the window plastered with the name of the academy over it. The instructor was lecturing in the front of the classroom using a mic, but it was all going in one ear and out the other. I sat in the back row with my head down, struggling to find some way that I could grab the sliver of light on my desk. 

 

My problems weren’t solved just because I left the hospital. It actually felt like I was taking steps backwards. I also got that feeling from my mother’s words. “What are you going to do without a high school diploma? Shouldn’t you go to an academy for getting your GED or something?” It was like those words pushed me toward the academy. I couldn’t say anything back. As of right now, there’s nothing I want to do or don’t want to do. 

 

My heart was conflicted about going to academy classes. Starting to study again can be a lot of pressure, but I was more scared of being around unfamiliar people. What do I do if someone recognizes me? How should I respond if they ask me why I wasn’t able to graduate high school? Terrifyingly, memories of school that I had buried came back to me.

 

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