The Begging Of The End. Or maybe not.
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So where was I? Oh right, the beginig of high school (more like the beginig of hell).
For you to understand a little bit more about my struggles I have to do a little TBT when I was 3 years old.
It was at this age that my parents started to notice that I had some spots at the front of my head with no hair on them. They ignored it at first, but as it got worse they went to a doctor who told them to supervise me because e could be pulling my own hair out. They did as they were told and saw me doing absolutely nothing, however the spots kept getting bigger and bigger, and not just at the front anymore, so when I turned 4 they took me to a dermatologist and he told them the truth: I had a disease. Now, before you start thinking It's cancer and that I'm gonna die soon, it's not and I'm not ( well at least not from cancer anyway).
My parents found out that I have alopecia (which is a disease that has no cure and that most people don't even know exist) and as soon as the treatments started it seemed to get better and I had only a few tiny spots without hair that were easily covered by the rest of my strong light brown curly hair. It was weird that I had alopecia tho, neither of my parents or grandparents had it and my brother had the strongest and curlier black hair that anyone had ever seen, but no one really questioned it because it wasn't a big deal ( at least not for them).
And so life went on pretty normal, I kept doing my treatments and everything was under control, that is until I started at that hellhole of an high school.
At the begining I didn't know anyone and it was very frightening for me. As the days went by, the people in my class started to make groups and I was left alone. I began to grow nervous I would never make any true friends, because I was only able to make a few 'friends' who were more like acquaintances and with whom I could not vent out about my life and etc. But I had my brother who helped me get through the year, we are really close and I love him very much. I finished the year with great grades and it was time for summer vacations.
I spent my summer vacations trying to convince my parents to let me go to the public school in which my best friend was, but they insisted it was easier to drive me and my brother to the same school and that I would have and higher and better education there. So the vacations started and we went to Paris and when we came back we went to Algarve with my cousins. My dad and his sister are really close and so both our families spent a lot of time together: my brother and my cousin Dionísio are the same age and got along well, and me and my cousin Iara are also the same age and really close.
We were very excited to be together and we always had a lot of fun going to the beach to play volleyball and to make races and sand balls to throw at eachother.
Our parents were all friends since they were very little ( my mom actually knew my father their whole life and they all grew up together, isn't that sweet?) and so they also got along very well and liked each other's company a lot.
It seemed like it was going to be a perfect summer, but little did I know it was actually going to be the beginning of the end.
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