Chapter 18 a not-so- Perfect-Tuesday

I was in a toilet cubicle Crying. It all started in class.. We Where looking at subjects in a PLHS book. All we had to do was to choose a certain subject to our year level in 2021. Mine was year 9. I looked at the book and I found Music and Arts! I was so excited! but then to my disappointment.. it said yr 8... Before I came to the highschool I chose 3 subjects and one of them was music and arts. And as you all know I want to produce music when I'm much older. I told the teachers what I wanted to do. My mother came and told me that my mentors said. "She's not doing it!".

months after everyones telling me "Oh! you should be able to do mainstream!!!". And I'm Like "What is your problem? Make up your minds People!! Can I do it or not??".

I got really upset and went to the toilet and cried. The only subject that was on my year level list was... Drawing... No Hell no!!! my drawing is that good to the point Pepole bullied me for it! No way am I doing that!

I sat there and cried for a few minutes..

if people did not want to see my talents...

then I might as well not use them...

i walked accross the oval until I reached a tree and I sat down and leaned on it. Why was I Autistic??? Why was I in a special small class??? Why does no one accept me or my talents??? Why can't I be a normal kid?....

"Why don't I Belong?"...