School days

Wait a minute I need to write this today, I want to write now. Pardon me for errors, might review tomorrow .

Saw my School (First School) Principal after ages today, remembered her saying " Books Bought from junk have no real value, you should not bring such books to the school " She told me that when I was in class 3 or may be 4, The subjected books was a journey of Prose and poetry comprising of stories like "Oliver Twist" and poems by writers like W.Blake. I knew she was wrong then, but then I couldn’t argue with her about this. Although her school gave me a lot, but it took a lot from me as well.

In class 4th, in my finals, I had fever and could not prepare for the test so I failed in one of the papers. After a test I was promoted to class 5th but I missed out 20 days of my new class, I had about 20 pages of Science homework to complete, the time given by the teacher was 5 days, after 5 day of hard work I submitted the assignment and it was completely cancelled out fro the writing was not too good, this time I was given 7 days to complete 30 pages. After 7 day on submission my work was instantly cancelled out again.. Now I had around 50 pages to write, I was really Bored of writing the same stupid again and again but I still had to .. At the end of the term I had the whole work in photocopy, my own notebook was about five times more filled then the whole of the class and I still needed to write the whole text again.

Because a teacher was just pissed off at me I had to repeat Class fifth. This was the worst time of my life, My old classmates including the niece of the principal were making jokes on me. New classmates were the devil's product, this was the most mischievous class of the school. I fell pray to the most notorious group of that class. During my favorite period of English literature they forced me to write a couple of sentences. To get them off my back and so that I could listen to the lecture of my teacher (She was Doing her PHD ) I wrote it for them on a dairy. They copied out the letters in my hand writing and wrote " Jamal Love XYZ" then they started blackmailing me. They shouted Jamal your XYZ during the class and I to keep their Mouth Shut gave them My Lunch Money..

Some time later there was a science exhibition, the Photographs of this event were on sale, They Bought XYZ's photos on my role number. Later I was caught and at the end of the term was thrown out of the school. I told the Principal everything, she knew my 6 year old record, I had never even raised my voice against any one but she didn't want to believe me.

Three years later I was in Metric in another school when the Brother of this XYZ paid my house a surprise visit, her sister (XYZ) was getting Fan mail and gifts, and he though I was the sender.. My parents investigated the case and it turned out that their apartment's watchmen used to get these gifts for some other person.. I was proven Innocent. The classmates I got in this new school were all cheep, their hobbies included watching through neighbors windows using a telescope to spy on girls, Obviously I couldn't hangout with them so I dumped them or I just stopped seeing them.

In all this chaos in life I lost all my friends, the good ones were left behind in the old school , the new ones were blackmailers or freaks. The ones I found afterwards were back stabbers.

I respect the Principal of my school very much But the fact that my principal never knew who I really was hurts me

also I respect the PHD teacher who is the reason I am who I am, but the fact that she thinks I was a jerk who hurt a girl by taking her Photographs kills me.

Who's fault it was, I don’t know. it's too late for anything

Ok the keyboard is looking like bits of marshmallows spread on a tray, I cant even move properly. I need to go to sleep.