Highschool was even more weird

Highschool was even more weird

Highschool was even more weird time for me than elementary. Remember how my sister had caught up with me in elementary and how we didn’t talk to each other while in school?

Well, in highschool, she was quite popular and I was the nerdy looking brother. Coming from seven years of bullying, making friends was quite difficult. At some point, I guess my sister felt sorry and introduced me to her friends (the popular kids). But even though I used to hang out with them they overlooked me and I was never really part of the group.

I developed a passion for riding bikes since my morning rides with my dad, so I used to escape reality every day for four hours on my bike until I met Erick.

As promised in my previous post, this is where I went wrong.

Erick had a dysfunctional family. His dad had abandoned him when he was little and he never saw his mom because she was always working.

Erick and I started hanging out together, we used to go to his place everyday after school. I remember his house was always dark because his mom actually worked all night and sleep all day. So he was always alone. I don’t remember how we met, but we clicked, he was a reject and I had no friends.

There was a time when porn was most seen in magazines instead of mobile phones. And Erick used to steal his mom’s porn, that was when I willingly watched porn for the fist time. We used to climb up to his roof, he would also steal a bottle of whatever liquor was left over from the previous night. So I had my first drinks with him too and my first cigarette, which I luckily didn’t enjoy.

He used to talk me into skipping class and I would do it, I was a rebel, I was empty and no body gave a shit. Soon after, Alex joined our gang of two. Alex was the skinny girl that everyone made fun of, she became a really good actress. But that is a story for another chapter (so if you haven’t yet, subscribe so you get it in your inbox when it comes out).

I was good in all my classes except for math. My dad is a physicist and even though he was a loved teacher at the university, he never had the patience to teach me. To top things off, my math teacher had been a student of my dad’s. I remember him saying to me “how come you are so dumb if your dad is such a smart guy?” That was another reason to skip class with Erick and Alex.

That’s how I failed my sophomore year. Now my sister was ahead of me. Beginning our junior year, my dad had the chance to do research at Florida State University. Thus a new adventure began. We packed our stuff and moved to a new country.

Even though my sister was ahead of me in highschool, when we got there, we both had to start as juniors. This time we did hang out together and had no american friends. All our friends were from the ESL class, kids from all over the world.

I didn’t skip class. In fact, besides school during the day, I was going to-night school to get back the year I missed. A year went by and my dad’s year of research came to an end so we had to move back. Once back, the department of education did not want to recognize our studies abroad. My dad sent them to hell and sent me and my sister back to the US to finish school.

Now my parents were not around and my sister was hanging out more with her friends and her boyfriend. Her best friend became my best friend’s girlfriend and so I began to  hang out with different people. The were not my friends, they were just bad influences.

We graduated and came back and that was the beginning of my going wrong.

Oh, the joys of those who do not follow evil men’s advice, who do not hang around with sinners, scoffing at the things of God. But they delight in doing everything God wants them to, and day and night are always meditating on his laws and thinking about ways to follow him more closely.

They are like trees along a riverbank bearing luscious fruit each season without fail. Their leaves shall never wither, and all they do shall prosper. Psalm 1

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