The Mud Won't Come Off

"I hate those days when I feel so fragile and frail. Those days when I feel afraid that when someone barely touches me,I'll shatter like porcelain dolls into thousands of pieces."

My phone went missing for a long half an hour this afternoon. Like always,whenever I lost something,I panicked,I was restless. The voice inside my head kept on reminding me, "Your parents are gonna have a fit when you tell them about your missing phone!" Seriously,I wished I could have told off my brain. I just wanted it to shut up. Since I was too paranoid,I tried my very best not too lose my cool and searched my phone quietly and carefully so as to avoid any embarrassing accidents that MAY occur in front of the students who were in that area.
Thank god,I managed to get it back. Thanks to the those two honest junior boys who returned it to the school office.

We played rugby for P.E class today. I hate muddy fields. To be honest,Mom doesn't let me play. (She told me not to) She forbids from playing any sports that has to do with ball passing. But unlike frisbee,(which I hesitate on whether to play or not) today I decided to take part in the game.
Reason is because I didn't want to be left out,I wanted to play like the rest of the class and fit in. Even if they seldom pass the ball to me,even if I still wasn't wanted in any team it's fine by me. I'd still play.

Remember in my previous post,I wrote about those people who often say they care so much about me but when at my time in need they'll flee?
Well,I can officially say that my teacher is one of those people.