ok seriously i have to ask, what is it with teenage boys and despising anyone that isnt covered in bright orange tan????? i swear if i get another comment on the fact i have piercings or the fact that i have scars im gonna unleash the beast on themÂ
i was minding my own damn business at lunch today listening to music outside (usually im with my hb but he wasnt in) and this group of three boys approached me. At first they sat slightly far away from me just talking to each other until one of them turned around and lobbed a stick at me. ok sure whatever, didnt even hurt so i ignored it. They then proceeded to do this again two more times. ok, now we have a problem. i told them to knock it off and they said and i quote "shut the fuck up you emo bitch go h@ng yourself" excuse me??? 😠i have done literally nothing to you so keep your boxers on bro
anyways we go back and fourth a bit arguing because who gives a shit at this point until one of them lobs a handful of mud at me. like i was already at my limit as first off: i despise talking to anyone from my school (with a few exceptions), two, i struggle with social interaction as is so like please piss of, and three, i have autism and at school my anxiety basically triples, so im practically perma on edge.Â
the bell goes for the end of lunch and for the start of period 4, so i try to stay as calm as possible in the presence of the opps and walk off to go to RE. i walk in and go to my teacher (who is chill asf btw) and say that I'm having a bit of a rough day and i told him that i was gonna go find my head of year to calm down and decompress. It's something i set up so if im having a shit day i have somewhere to go instead of having a panic attack in my current class.Â
so im walking through the corridor and first off, i was never gonna go to my head of year because, dont get me wrong, shes nice n all (and her music taste is literally perfect) but shed tell me to go grab work from RE then come back to her to do it, and i was NOT in the right mindset to do that. My next option was my assistant head of year, who would just give me a lecture on how i have too be "more resilient" with these kinda things and "i just have to learn that people wont like me becasue of my appearance". keep in mind that i once went to him to report a pretty big incident from one of my classes where i ran out of the classroom because i has having a panic attack, and as soon as i left the entire class started making fun of my arms. like js bc i have scars doesnt mean it's okay to make fun of me???? anyway i went to him and he said "well you put them there" like what the fuck. no shit Sherlock anyway sorry im rambling back to the story:
i walked through the corridors for a bit, contemplating what to do until a thought popped into my mind, what if i escaped? now, i am a very impulsive person, i function off of instinct and fear reaction. its really hard to snap myself out of my impulsive thoughts and before ANYONE says "omg im so impulsive, i wanted to dye my hair pink yesterday 🤪" SHUT UP KATRINA. sorry if your name is Katrina, nothing against u bb <3. my impulsive thoughts are more like, what if i lowk felt a bit silly and wacky and accidentally on purpose grabbed the steering wheel while my mums driving and crashed us into a tree? obv i would never act upon it (at least if my mum wasnt there) bc i would never dream of putting my mum through more shit, she has had more than enough horrible stuff happen to her in her life. but anyways you get the point.Â
I SWEAR IM GONNA STOP GETTING SIDE TRACKED NOW. ive not got my mind set on escaping the shithole that is my school and conduct a plan to squire my freedom once more. I remembered an incident from year 8 where these girls cornered my and i friend at that time and started st my saying that "we were in their spot" or whatever the hell, i reported it but turns out theres no cameras in that area so there was no proof. In this area is a few gates leading to a pavement and the main road. (still on topic i swear) but our school makes us put our phones in these really strong fabric pouches at the start of every day to prevent us from going on out phones, but me being a little shit, i have two phones. one of them has a sim card while the other doesnt not so i give the one without the sim card in to the pouch and keep the other one either in my pocket (i usually wear tons of layers so you cant even see that i have my phone on me) or at the bottom of my bag. the school threatened us with a £25 fine if we broke out pouches, but since i needed my phone, i cut the pouch open with scissors. i decided that i was gonna make up an excuse later.Â
After fully checking that no one was gonna come after me, i started climbing this gate. Now, this thing was a bitch to climb, keep in mind i have zero core strength and can barely hold my own weight. i think a pigeon would have an easier time beating me in a boxing ring. So here i was, trying (and failing) to climb this damn gate,. it was one of those bottle green gates with really tall but thin holes so if i wanna climb them, you have to put your feet in sideways. ts was PAINFUL. i ended up having to remove my shoes and rawdog it for lack of a better term.
 i was halfway up the gate when i noticed a lower gate that i could hop onto and over. so i did, i had to throw my bag over first, and pray that i could go over there to get it. i did get caught on a few branches lmao but other than that, it was a smooth landing. i was like halfway there now, and i was shaking, not from fear, but pure adrenaline. like i have run away before but both times were from home, granted one of those times i was literally sprinting from the police but that's an insanely long story. so in short, ive never escaped from school, sure ive made up excuses to go home, and just walked off while on route to school but never escaped while there without anyone knowing. so anyways im halfway up this gate and i now have to shout at myself to keep going bc by this point my body physically aches from being overexerted. I get to the top of the gate and finally, i can see the finish line. It comes in the form of a metal fence, with wooden planks on the inside. i managed to sit on top of the gate and reach into my bag to put on my shoes, and after getting those on, i hooked my bag to the top of one of the planks to hold it for me while i climbed down. i had to like do a little shuffle around to get the right angle to get down without completely shattering my ankles and tbh it wasnt looking good for them so i just decided to take the plunge and pray that i didnt die. (this was like a 4m drop btw). i then gracefully slipped down the wall - wait no i dangled for like 3 seconds before plunging down to my doom. so now i was completely free from school, no teachers telling me what to do, no stupid kids taking the piss out of me and no ESPECIALLY no sparx maths.Â
contemplating how i was gonna get by gag, i tried reaching up and grabbing it but there was a little divot in the metal that was catching the bag handle. an angel appears behind me in the form of a skinny wobbly tree, well its my best bet i guess. i started climbing this goofy ahh tree to reach my bag and surely enough i wedged it free and climbed back down. so now ive got everything, im in one piece, and my hands are raw and pink. WOOOHOOO!!!!
the first thing i did after was remove my school shirt and long sleeve shirt because I was sweating like a bitch and but on a band tee that i had stuffed in the bottom of my bag. i usually keep one on me bc at the end of the day i usually go to the bathroom to change bc i cannot stand to wear that dam uniform for more than 5 hours. this was also so no one reported me for not being in school bc you never know what strangers are like.Â
by this time i hadnt realised the damage id caused myself, spoiler alert a few hours later i would be in agony (literally as im writing this). ive bruised three of my ribs, badly bruised my knee (its bright yellow), bulled a muscle in my stomach, and stretched my arm. holy fuck am i in pain.Â
anyways i end up walking to the local park to rest and probably grab something to eat and drink. after GRABBING some haribo sweets and a coke (WHICH TURNED OUT THE BE CHERRY. I FUCKING HATE CHERRY.) after finding a swing to idly sit at, i whipped out my phone and contemplated my options from here: call my mum and have her worry about me, call my aunt and get her ancient wisdom, or stay there until the end of school, which i probably would've done, if there wasnt a mock fire drill going on that that exact time. i know theyd call my mum and tell her that they couldnt find me so i eventually called my aunt and get her advice, and tell her what happened, she surprisingly wasnt pissed at all and instead helped me and called my mum to notify her. then my mum called me and we talked for a bit, she also wasnt pissed and got me to come home to let the school know what i was and and alive (granted a bit muddy and beaten up, but otherwise completely fine).Â
i ended up talking to my head of year on my mums phone and she assured me that she would get the cctv cameras checked to identify those kids who assaulted me and get them sent to isolation for a week. i then said if i was gonna get iso bc i committed truancy, and bc im diagnosed w autism (and various other things but i dont wanna get into that rn) they cant punish me. which is amazing news bc iso is like a heavily classified prison. that shits guarded like the damn president is in there.Â
so happy ending. i think. i got out of RE and a week of isolation, but also got my ass beat up by some cocksucking boys and 10m worth of gate, also mum said i have to retire being spiderman, so im taking up my job as batman. i think being a vigilante would fit me perfectly.Â
UPDATE!!!Â
i am dying oh my god i am in so much pain. everything is like tripled and now my ribs are purpleÂ
UPDATE (again)
so i reported the whole thing to my head of year and an investigation occurred. they checked the cctv cameras or what not. APPARENTLY there wasn't enough evidence even tho when they let me look at the cameras and you could CLEARLY SEE where they harassed me. fuck this school bro they dont discipline for shit. well i say that, they had NO PROBLEM putting me in iso but theyre not even gonna talk to a group of boys for literally assaulting someone???Â
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