All your dreams can vanish in the flash of a light

I am really sorry, but this is yet another "emo" post about my "horrible" life, though this time I'll tell you in a different way.

She was twelve years old, the girl who sat alone in her bedroom. She looked out the window and saw an airplane flying by. She sighed, longing to get away herself. Being taken by an airplane far away from all the nightmares. The nightmares that had ruined her whole childhood. You see, the world hadn't been good to her. It mocked her, chased her, chained her. It wasn't her home, but a prison. A tear fell on her cheek and another one on her nose. She didn't bother to wipe them away. Why was she being punished? What had she done? Nothing in particular. She had always been a good kid, and still she had been the victim. the victim indeed. 

Suddenly she could hear her mother's steps in the hallway. 

She got afraid that she would see her tears and desperately searched for something to cover up her face with. She saw a magazine laying on her desk, and grabbed it quickly. When she opened it her whole life changed in a blink of an eye. Suddenly all the agony was endurable. Suddenly she had hope. Her dreams were printed on a colorful page. Her dreams of going far away. Her dreams of England was laying right in front of her. The country she loved so deeply. It was within reach. She could get the chance to spend a whole year there. Go to school there. The things she had always dreams of doing was gathered in one single, colored page. She read it over and over again, then she wiped her tears and smiled. And for the first time in months it was a real.

Ok. Maybe that's not completely how it happened, but it was very very similar to this incident I just described. However, today I got the message that I was unable to go because of what I'm studying now in my first year at high school. 

My dreams were so close, and then in one tiny moment, they all shattered, and now there's nothing left.

But I'm not giving up. If I have to change school, than so be it. 

My only concern is that my parents are a bit.. hard to rock. 

Well, I have to wipe my tears and cross my fingers, and we'll see what happens. 

Second day at school, and tired as an old, used sock

Yeah, It's fun to play with my new Mac.

I've had my second day at high school, and I have to say: OMG!

Yesterday was one of the worst days in my life. 

Everything went wrong, and on top of it all I got stung by a wasp! gaarh. 

Then I found out that my school-day isn't finished until 15:30 every day.

I am going to die. Well, well.

Now I have to go clean my room, because my brother's fiancé is stealing it!

FML

Gotta go back, back, back to school again.

I'm sorry I only post pictures from weheartit these days but I haven't had the time to take any.

Going back to school again tomorrow. The strange thing is that I am not dreading going to a different school where I know no friends at all. It is barely in my mind. Though I know I'm gonna tremble like a leaf tomorrow before entering the building. well now. I'm sure there are plenty of others who's got it in the exact same way as me..

God help them

Where one chapter ends, another one begins

Photo - Camilla J Walker
Last day at Danielsen today. It was a really great ending after 2 years (Since I went my second year somewhere else) together. We watched pictures from 8. grade and the teatchers talked about how they had experianced these years together with us. It was all very beautiful. Then in the end we all gathered outside to hugh etch and everyone and wish everybody a great summer and good luck in life. Come to think about it I think it is very very sad. I do not really want to quit at all. And when I thought about the fact that I would never arrive late for class again, never stumlbe up the stairs catching my breath, never make small comments in the class, never eat lunch with my best friends and so on. It made me really sad.

But I guess where one chapter ends - another one begins, and though I do not want to end this one I have to move on to the next page of my life and continue writing on my history. It might be scary but nobody said life would be piece of cake. So if anyone from my old class read this I just wanted to tell you: I know I haven't really been the most outgoing person, and you probably thought I was a retard and even though I might have thought about you in the same way somethimes: I am really greatful that you gave me the oppurtunity to be myself. To feel welcome, and to feel that I was no less then the rest of you.
Thank you so much.