I got Cheek To Cheek today. It is absolute perfection
year 12 graduation
year 12 muck up day at school
Hey guys i have a story to tell that i have kept locked up for years. I have been afraid to open up about this to anyone for fear of being called an “attention whore”, but i am leaving school soon so i dont care anymore, i know the people that are important to me and mean something to me wont judge.
Ok here goes, as a child i had ADHD (i still do now but very mild), because of this i was very hyperactive, i would act on impulse and got in trouble just about everyday at school, i really couldn’t help it though, i wanted to be able to behave like all the other kids i really did, i tried everyday, but ADHD always got the better of me and i would end up doing something stupid, like jumping across the tables. Anyway in year one i got this teacher that was horrible! everyone hated him even most of the teachers hated him. My kindergarten teacher had been wonderful, and would always help keep me under control and would really look after me, this teacher however just thought i was nothing but a pain in the ass, He would call my mum up after school and put this great big patronizing grin on his face and say stuff like “Perhaps we need abit more discipline at home, she is the worst child i have ever seen.” He would speak to me like that as well and like i said i used to get in trouble pretty much everyday at school without meaning too, and this teacher sometimes even before lunch would just wipe his hands of me and send me too another teacher. Never once did he try to help me, he knew i had ADHD, and instead of helping me like every other teacher did, he just dumped me elsewhere, i’d walk into another classroom red in the face with my head down while all the kids would stare at me and one of them once even said to me “you like getting in trouble dont you, you get sent here everyday you have mental problems.” then walked off and laughed at me. Anyway the now for the main part of this post. My teacher at least every second day would send me to another class room and the first time he did, he got me up the front of the room and with a big grin asked “who would like to take ruby to another classroom.” This boy named James offered to take me. On the way to the classroom he grabbed my hand and pinched the palms of my hands. Not just a little pinch, he grabbed the skin and squeezed and pulled it so hard that he broke the skin and the wound was bleeding like crazy. I told my teacher the next day what he had done to me and he got the boy and in front of both of us told him what i had told him and asked him if it was true. Of course the boy said no and the teacher believed him. The next time i got sent out my teacher got him to go with me again and i’ll never forget the way he looked at me. He’s eyes were black with rage and lowered into tiny slits and i knew i was about to pay the price for telling on him. I paid the price alright this time instead of one wound i was left with two. Everytime i got sent out of class this boy would go with me AND MY FUCKING TEACHER NEVER SEEMED TO NOTICED THE BIG WOUNDS THAT WERE STARTING TO DOMINATE MY HANDS!!! At least three times a week when i got sent out of class this boy would look at me eyes black and filled with hate and he would basically pinch me untill he managed to rip through the layers of my skin. I never dared to cry or tell him to stop, because i tried that once and my punishment was worse, if i just kept silent and didn’t cry the punishment for which i had no idea why i was recieving would be more bearable. This went on for a whole year and still to this day i get flashbacks to him breaking apart my skin and those dark hateful eyes that scared me and made me want to run and cry. I will always hate James and most of all my teacher, for allowing this to go on. OH AND IF YOU ARE READING THIS JAMES OR MY TEACHER I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!!!
Twas a great night! cant believe it’s already all over
Selfies in the Hilton Hotel lobby