So apparently the award ceremony at my old school was tonight. I won the Moving Images award for having the highest grade in my year, but I chose not to go because after seven years of being bullied by students AND staff, I’d rather never set foot in that school again.
Apparently, when they called out my name, they had a photo of me on the projector with a stupid smile on my face. A close friend of mine said that nobody laughed, but I just know people probably were laughing at me and making fun of me behind my back. I didn’t ask for an award. I didn’t ask for them to use a photo of my face for the whole year group to see. I didn’t want them to spotlight me like that. And I know they probably called out my name and were like, “Wow, what is he too good to be here?” when I just don’t want to go back there and see everyone who made my life miserable and put me through four years of therapy.
But people were like, “But there was food and the mayor of the city was there.” I don’t care if Stan fucking Lee was there. I just didn’t want to go, especially so close to Christmas. Here’s hoping they send the medal out in the post or something because yeah, it would be nice to have some tangible representation of the hard work and dedication I put into my writing, but if it doesn’t come, there’s no way I’m going up to the school to get it. It can sit in a cardboard box in the office for all I care, I still wouldn’t be motivated to set foot there ever again.