A story of change part 2.

Following on from my last story of my bullying, here's the story of what happened when I started doing VCAL.

For those of you who don't know what VCAL is, it's sort of like VCE or HSC but without tests, mainly for kids who the school system has failed or they have failed it. It can be for a number of reasons; failure to study, social problems (the norm) or various other reasons. To put it bluntly, it's pretty much a second chance for write offs, like myself.

The first day I started there, I was like anyone else. I was new, a little scared but eager to make friends. I also had pink hair and was wearing foundation and eye liner, combined with girls jeans (I favor them for their tightness). This instantly made me stand out, but in a good way. Later more students came with hair akin to mine, leading to me cutting and changing my hair to it's natural color.

New kids started throughout the year, but seeing as it was a school filled with socially awkward children, it wasn't long since one was expelled. I didn't get on with the boy, so I wasn't sad to see him go, but it did reinforce to me the kind of students that were there. This particular boy was a homophobic, sexist, narcissistic, xenophobe who threatened me on several occasions, though I must say that the last few were my fault as I was taunting his homophobic side. In the end, his expulsion was for sexual harassment of a girl

I quickly made what I thought was friends, enjoying my time. I hung out with probably the worst of the lot. They smoke like a chimney and were very heavily involved in the drug culture. I over looked this as I wanted friends badly and connected on a musical ground. I was even in a band with one of them. I occasionally made use of them by selling imported body jewelry at cheaper prices than the stores, to which I made reasonable profit.

After a while they, like me, realized I was not like any of them. The one I was in the band with quit, which didn't surprise me in the slightest. Soon after a rumor spread about me having feelings for the bass player's girlfriend. I don't know how this started, the day in question I was flirting with the best friend of his girlfriend. She was sitting on my lap outside my class room and I was flirting quiet hard. This lead to the band breaking up and I started working on my own.

A few days later, I turned up late to school. The ex guitarist found me and accused me of saying he was a bad guitarist, which I've never said. I've always maintained he was better than me. I obviously said it wasn't true, but he didn't take word and assaulted me. He was pulled off by three guys I'd never met and I walked away, going up to the teachers. They took me to hospital and suspended the student. He was later expelled. I didn't turn up for a few days, then came back to school. I threw myself into school and raised my marks.