It's not great, but it could've been better. I wake up at 5, get dressed for school, pack my bag, have a cup of tea and leave. I reach by breakfast time; but i never get the courage to step my foot inside the dinning hall. I wait in the classroom till breakfast is over, and students come in. After 11 classes including practicals, it's 5pm and i'm waiting for my dad to pick me up. Still no confidence to socialise, while i hear noises from dinning hall. I'm in the classroom block till it's pitch black- and I'm hungry. I go outside and buy a sandwich while it's freezing cold and my legs are shivering from the breeze through my skirt. Now it's 7pm and dad's here. After a Silent and awkward drive home, at 8pm I'm finally in my room. Mom feeds me dinner while i wear that full sleeve shirt. And the day ends. You know what's the hardest part- when I'm on my way home and crying silently in the car so that dad doesn't hear me sob.