The cold hard shock of reality like icy water in the morning.

When you first get to High School, it's all very exciting. I mean - moving from classroom to classroom? Getting different teachers? Fancy timetables?

That didn't last too long. 

I am now in grade 10 and let me tell you now that High School isn't all it's chalked up to be. 

I have never had a boyfriend. I haven't gracefully run into the perfect guy as I've dropped all my books and he helps me. 

I trip over my own disgusting brown leather school shoes easily enough, and my friends are the only ones who help me.

You don't have problems about the centre lunch table and who's captain of the football team because in Australia, you don't have a cafeteria or a football team as such.

No-one calls you "loser" but that's only because they sure as hell won't talk to you. 

You don't get drunk at a party and confess your undying love for your crush because you sit in the corner, suffering through the minutes by drinking lemonade with a fork.

Suddenly even the sweet arty girls notice you're weird. 

Your only solace is finding joy in fictional worlds where shit happens, but everything turns out alright in the end. 

You dream of joining them, but they're so far away. You just have to be content with admiring them from the outside looking in. A passive bystander, a silent watcher. 

You want to be special. You want to be a hero. You want to be noticed for something fantastic that you've done. 

Back to the books bitch. Failing High School is not an option.