When I had fully recovered it was time for me to return to school. I was both excited and nervous. Excited cus I was finally confident about myself. I basically hid myself in baggy clothes, always feeling uncomfortable. Now, I didn’t care, even my scars I would wear proudly. I was only nervous cus I was wondering what everyone would think, like Oak and her popular clique. But I was starting to realize, I didn’t really care anymore. I was finally who I was meant to be, and screw what everyone else thought.