I literally grew up there and grew to love the people. The school principal treated me like one of her own and the canteen and school helpers knew who I was, most especially the school guards.
During my elementary days, I made friends, two of them during fifth grade. We came together with one similarity. A boy. He was the "crush ng bayan" in our batch and he charms everyone. But when sixth grade came, we got separated and sadly even the closeness. I also was told that I was a pain in the neck by one of my classmates. She never let me borrow her stuff. Also I was bullied by another girl in my class during that time so I became closed off and alone. As much as I can remember, I was trying to help girl number 2 with her skirt because it was showing her underwear then she took it as a provocative move. I tried saying sorry ever since but I guess she didn't accept it. Even right now, she is a bit (for the lack of better term) a bitch to me. I forgive her, in cased your wondering, but if she treats me like what she does then its her lost in the end.There was always the cool kids, the nerds, and other status quo out there. I was (maybe) the quiet ones. I think until now I am a bit like that; one of the quiet ones.
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