I went home to visit the Family and whilst sifting through my ex-belongings
(i.e crap I leave at my parents) I came accross my High School leavers book.
The impression I got was that I was a joker and a bit of a class clown, I was unofficially crowned The Queen of Choas, some mentioned incidents were borderline criminal! I set fire to Jason's blazer in a science lab, set off fire alarms to get out of P.E. pretended to be a foreign exchange student whenever we had a Supply teacher, Skipped school to go to the cinema complex etc etc.
Classmates and teachers mentioned how much I smiled, which is really weird because I am never happy enough to smile nowadays. Sad fact, Im more clued up now about what life has to offer, whereas back then I was carefree and naive.
So I get halfway to the end of the book and there is a letter from one of my friends that died when we were 17, a year after she signed the book. I get all numb and achey (?!) I'd forgotten all about it. Joining High school was a traumatic time because I didnt know anyone and we became instant friends because we shared the same surname and always sat next to each other even though we were in different sets because she wasn't the brightest person.
She never had a first kiss, she never read a book outside of the school curriculum, she never appreciated Art, she never fell in Love.She will never get Married, never have children... and the list goes on...she could have become a beautician, she could have had a Fiat and had a breathtaking moment where she saw the beauty of life.
Her letter makes me appreciate my life and if I were to die now I would be grateful I was able to acheive everything I have ever dreamed of.
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