We have just reached the 1st high school, and to be honest, it is not as big as my previous one and my last high school was one of the most luxurious high schools and getting into it was not easy for anyone. Even I could get into it only because of the fact that the principal was a close family friend.

But even though this high school is, let's say not as luxurious as my last one, but it seems to have all the basic amenities and it depends on what you prioritize more.

I personally believe that education till high school is the most basic education and it is the same for all the students irrespective of the high school so it doesn't really matter if you study in some kind of top-grade school or some low-grade school.

The only deciding factor for the high schools these days is the extracurricular activities, atmosphere, discipline, and the overall infrastructure. 

Personally, me being a non-social person, wouldn't mind the other facilities as long the library is good. Like I'm fine even when the teacher is not good as I believe in self-study and when something troubles me, google-chan is there with her chest puffing outwards and with a sparkle in her eyes. 

I also believe that for a lonely person, as long as there are students in that high school and there is this ray of hope that she would be able to socialize.

"Chelsea, Hon, Hey, CHELZ--!!!" Mom shouted, without any restraint...

"Yeah! Mom" I said instinctively and became embarrassed that I was lost in my thoughts.

Oh, I was lost again. It seems to be becoming a thing for me. I get so swept up in my thoughts that I can't even hear what others are saying. Usually, this is a good thing, it helps me come up with theories to tackle my condition. It worries my mom a lot though.

"I've already contacted both of the high schools and made an appointment so, if I'm right there should be someone to guide us just about now."

There you go, my mom is best at everything she does. I mean when did she even made all these arrangements. You should even see her negotiation skills and just the way she talks like she has this way of making people do whatever she wants. Like you won't even understand when under her spell... like she is pretty scary at times.

"Look hon there's the guide we've been waiting for." Said mom enthusiastically while pointing at the guide, it was as if she was going to the high school. Like seriously I am the one who is gonna join mom

From there on we went on our way to the school tour. We looked at a few classrooms, the swimming pool, clubrooms, and a few other activity rooms and to tell you the truth all the rooms, atmosphere and amenities were mediocre and nothing really special.

All the students were talking to each other, enjoying themselves, having 'fun' and the only thing I could think of was why doesn't anyone of you have a problem like me.

How can any of you call each other friends when all of you are going to talk smack about each other when you're done with all of the ‘fun and joy’ talks with each other.

Like why don't all of you hypocrites just die with your facades. I, on the other hand, struggle to talk to these fake faces.

Right now they are smiling at me and waving their hands and probably thinking who is this stupid-looking girl? And they might be planning on, how to bully her when she joins in and that's just what the girls are thinking. I can't even imagine the thoughts of boys.

But even though they are thinking like that I just can't help but be jealous about how they all can call each other friends without even being concerned about their ulterior motives and living life as it should be lived.

I can't stop myself from thinking that if only I could join this school and become part of this culture and become addicted to it like some kind of drug.

And then I start to develop this thing called hope, this hope which would help me get out of this anthrophobia.

"Hey, hon what do you think? You liked it?"

Well even though there is still another high school left. I think that I like this one and my heart says—‘ don't even go to that school’ but we have made an appointment. This high school does give me hope but I don't know I guess...

"It's fine mom"

Mom seems quite happy, well why wouldn't she because it really lifts a lot of load from her head, if her anthrophobic daughter likes a place full of humans.

"So let's head to the gym room and then...."

After the school tour, we went to the principal and gave him a recommendation letter. 

I have to say the look on principals face when he read the letter was priceless like he was trembling a little bit, I guess that uncle has some power after all huh??

I just couldn't wait to enrol here and start my new life. After this, we left for our next visit, while I was in the car I began to think.

Why did I even like this high school? It wasn't even as good as my last one, then I began to think, I was just as excited when I entered my previous high school and similarly for all other schools I enrolled into.

It was a 'hope' which made me excited, every time I enrolled in new schools. It was the hope that the students will start to accept me or the students will help me with my anthrophobia.

In my previous high school, the disparity between me and my classmates was just way too huge that's because I was a middle-class among a huge body of students who were at minimum high-class level and most of them didn't even bother talking to me that's because they had to maintain their high-class status and in order to do that they had to choose who they associate with.

Girls would just talk bad behind my back, just talking a to boys would further tarnish my reputation, like seriously I once talked with a boy regarding study reasons and on the very next day I was labelled as his girlfriend and when I asked the boy to clear the misunderstanding, he was like okay and then the very next day I came to school, I was labelled as a 'slut'.

Like the boy was expecting me to be his girlfriend and it was seriously the most disgusting thing...Opps bad memory sorry. 

But any-

 *During this monologue, Chelsea fell asleep in the car and starts dreaming *