Once upon a time, a 4 year old girl walked into infant school for the first time. Shoes buckled and bookbag by her side. She spent her days getting confused by numbers and finding salvation in art work - which is where she found her best friend, whom today she calls her sister. When this little girl was 7, she packed up from her happy life in the midlands and moved to Oxford, where she attended another primary school. Though there were trials and tribulations she continued to find herself in creativity and finally felt ready to leave for big school - her heart full and aspirations high.
On the girls first day of secondary school, she walked down the long, beautiful driveway lined with trees and sunbeams. Although the sun was shining, she could only describe this place as hell on earth rather than pathetic fallacy (I should mention it's at this part in our story, the protagonist is going through her disruption). She learnt that some people were so mean and full of hatred she'd spend the next 5 years of her life wondering if there was any good left in the world. Aside from that, she spent her days (and many nights) focusing on studying until she left that gloomy place. She had a sad heart but knew she was moving onto bigger and better things.
Upon her first day of college she got up at 5:30am to make herself look somewhat presentable and got on the bus panicking that she'd made a mistake. But after her first day of so, her panic settled and she realised that the turmoil of school was over. Over the next two years her heart would grow to love again, and her bravery would change her and give her opportunities she didn't know were even possible. She had set backs, but the friends she made always pushed her, held her up and fought her battles with her.
Those friends raised her into a woman of strength and for that she was, and always will be, eternally grateful.
Now, on her last day of college she leaves, full of love, with the fondest of memories and all her broken pieces put back together.