I am Alex and today I dropped out of Kings University in Cambridge. I haven’t told my dad yet; he’s
going to kill me! But, I have a good reason, it’s not like I wanted to leave, I had to. The first six months
of UNI were great, I made lots of friends and I was comfortable, and then it happened.
I walked into my lecture last Thursday, the one with the boring teacher, Mr Brian that mumbles to
himself and I sat down in my normal seat at the back. I sit there so if I get a bit tired I can dose of. We
were looking at photos, famous photos that had made artists who they were today and then it was
there, on the screen.
A picture of a young girl, crying next to her dead mother and other bodies. I felt like I was going to be
sick. I could feel the tears coming, and my hands started to shake. Everyone turned to look at me,
they had noticed, they knew.
The photo was me; yes me and everyone knew it. I was the little girl, I was the girl crying, and I was
the girl who watched my village be destroyed and watched my mother die. I had to get out or I was
going to scream.
The teacher, Mr Brian suddenly realised, he quickly turned the picture off and I walked out. No one
looked at me the same after that, I was the freak, the girl from Rwanda, the black girl who had lost
everything.
I couldn’t go back, I had to leave….
So now I’ve left, I’m packing up my things and leaving my shitty bedsit. I’m going to visit my dad for a
while and then I’ll figure something out. I want to go travelling, I want to leave boring London, I want
to go discover who I really am!
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