"NEW ORDER"

"ACCEPTANCE"

Byron

I am a first year student; the most important and climax of my life. The first year that I should be mature in what I do, say and think. It is the season when I make new friends and experience new enemies. It is also the season when I open feelings and secrets to a trusted person. It is when I decide and conclude problems in our academic, social and mental life. But for me, it's a different and turning point of my story.

Back when I was grade school, I was known as the class victim (till now); always the punching bag of every bully in our batch (till now). I was also known as "weasel"; almost, 95% in my batch called me that name (till now). It started when this friend of mine always called me "weasel" because I really act and may look like a weasel (till now). I rode with that name until I realized, I was already bullied by the whole batch! And guess what, that friend of mine became my worst bully ever since; he joined the bully side (till now).

Back to where I was saying, while walking down the crowded aisle, I hear my batch mates disgusted as I passed them "It's that weasel again." And "Isn't that the famous weasel?" and "I bet his doing his weaselly moves again." and worst "No one in this batch likes him nor the world does!"

I run to the restroom, to stop my ears from hearing those awful words. I lower my head down upon the sink, putting my hands against the table sink and cry.

Then I remember a memory before when I was in elementary. When I was in grade school, I was told by my group leader to fetch something as soon as possible; I errand that easiest work than the rest of my group mates. As I fetch the defined object told by my group leader, I saw one of my school mates tripped and broke his leg out. Because of my piteous heart and mind, I putted his arm around my bony neck and slowly dragged him to the clinic. When I came back my errand was a failure for being late. I tried to explain but some would just close their ears and some others won't believe me.

I look on the mirror. "Past is past, It's time to face the future." I sense hope within me that I could prove myself that I'm worth like just anybody. I rub my tears and try to smile as I walk out the restroom.

I check on my new locker; locker fifty-two. In this school, we have our own assigned locker. My locker is by the trashcan. I don't know if this is some sort of prank or something. Imagine going here every morning, you're going to stop by your locker and smell the stink of the trashcan.

Then Wisteria Allgood comes looking for her locker. She stops next to my locker and mumbles to herself "This is it; locker fifty-one."

"Hey Wisty!" I greet. Instead of greeting me back, she just looks at me then she looks to her locker. She pushes the key, twists it and opens the locker door.

"Jeez, Wist, you look serious today for our first day of school." I say

"It's because your locker is next to mine, weasel." She replies disgustingly as she arranges her things to her locker.

"So what's wrong about it?"

She looks at me, very seriously, slams and closes her locker door and replies "Because the whole world hate your guts" Her face is about two inches from mines and pokes her pointer to my chest "including me"

Then she passes by me, bumping shoulder to shoulder "Ouch and harsh for such a girl like her."

What she said was true but it didn't hurt me for the first time; maybe I was used to it. They call me "weasel" or "weirdo" or "jerk" but whatever they call me, I'm glad that I can still stand up to be who I am. What others think of me? Just let them think of me. What others judge of me? Just let them judge me. What I think and judge of myself? Then just let myself be.