My world began when I transferred schools in grade 6 and transported to a world comparable to Morningstar’s palace. A world of isolation, fake friends, and loneliness. A world of insufficiency, shortcomings, and failure. A world of torment, suffering, and agony, that still haunts me today. My world began in hell. I was sheltered in an artificial world created by my parents, never to explore beyond the walls of rules and restraints. But those walls soon broke and I got my first taste of reality. The misery of this reality devastated me as I suffered the torment of isolation. I watched the other kids play sports in the field, smiling ear to ear, laughing with their friends. Meanwhile, I sat against the wall, head in my hands, sad and alone. I had to escape the isolation, no matter what. I found companionship in uncaring, apathetic, and fake friends. However, even knowing this, I clung to them. People cannot win against their loneliness, thus, fake friends exist. Even so I was lonely, surrounded by a sea of people, yet utterly alone. …show more content…
No matter how badly I slaved away completing assignments, they would always be subpar. Every word of criticism stung like a slap and every inadequate mark burned like a whip. Soon, the people around me realized it too. I was ridiculed and tormented for my shortcomings. Whether it be from my peers, teachers, or parents, no one would acknowledge me and I was left struggling, suffering, and alone. Though this is not world my world now, the memories still haunt me. I refuse to be inadequate anymore, socially or academically. I treasure every friendship I have, clinging to them like a drowning man clings to a life raft. To prove my worth, I strive to achieve what others can’t academically. I push myself beyond any limits and expectations, because I need to prove myself. I refuse to be a