Chapter Eight

Six Long Years Later

Only two more excrutiating weeks and this year from hell will be over.  Mentally scarred and physically exhausted I am looking forward to summer break with more relief than excitement.  I have never minded the scholastic portion of my day, I still approach learning new subjects as a challenge that I must conquer.  The day to day social aspects have worn my already fragile confidence into shreds, similar to the wrapping paper on the biggest box at Christmas.  In just over three hundred hours I will have three months of much antisipated freedom from the torment that came packaged in the sturdy form of Dalya.  

For six long years that heifer has been my downfall.  I can scarcely remember happy times in my life at all.  I have vague memories of laughter and cheer before Dalya came crashing into my life.  Thank the goddesses she finally quit gymnastics.  It still is the only place that I can