Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

                Chapter One
        The beginning of pain. 
  Who would have thought she would have reached  this point in her life at just a tender age? After all she been through and still to push to accumulate so much success. A life that is destine to inspire others. But to get to where she is today wasn't easy,  infact the journey was filled with pain, tears and suffering. It is said that the race isn't for the shift  but for those who can endure to the end. Life is full of unpredictable circumstances but it takes the bravest of heart and strongest of soul . At  age thirteen Atamar was just about to entire high school and at this point expectations  were high. For her it was a little  nerve racking  because  the school she was placed in consist of over eleven hundred students  and over ninety members  of staff. So many new faces so many new  people  to meet, all of this was running  through  Atamar's mind. However it was a journey  she knew she'd had  to make. It was custom that for seven graders  going to a new school means  they would have to go through  the orientation  process. Which often  time took place at the final weeks of there summer hoilday. On the first  morning  of orientation  Atamar  got up very early. She took a shower and got ready and had  a  healthy breakfast which nervousness prevented her from finishing .  She was so  nervous that she had this little  feeling  of sadness inside its was almost as if the butterflies  in her belly were slowly  dying. She was grown to be antisocial  her parents  was what was known as eighteenth century vintage. As she was about to leave the house to take on the first step of what she didn't know would be a challenge,  her dad called her up on the varender and gave her the peep talk. Which without knowledge did more harm that good,  " keep yourself  out of people's business and keep yourself to yourself. 
   Normally parents would  generally  motivate  there children  to make friends  and socialize. However Atamar's parents did the total opposite. Their parenting  stagies  could be categorize  as military parenting.  Definitely after  what was supposed  to be  motivational   words of advice from her dad, Atamar knew her high school journey  was destine to be difficult. Soon after she arrived at the gates of the  St. Edmonton Technical High school the shocking glaze of blue and yellow was spotted. She was swept away with fear as she slowly walk to the arditorium  of the school. As she approached the door she saw loads of unfamiliar faces. She felt as if she wanted to pass out,  her palms were sweaty and her heartbeat  was in a race for time. She was directed to take a seat in  the front and as she walked in search of her seat  she felt  all eyes on her,  it was a feeling  she had never felt before and for sure she wasn't  likeing it too much . The orientation ceremony escalated as the dean, vice principal, principal, guidance counselor  and grade coordinator all gave the run down on what was expected from these new students. They were educated on the history , development , performance and achievement of the school. 
 Atamar's  first impression of her new school principal  was that he was a no bull shit type of person. This character  only drove more fear into her.  Soon it was time to get aquated with everyone . Her new schoolmates and herself  were called by name and placed in the various classes. Classes which were  ranging from seven (A)  to seven (G). Each group was assigned  to there  own personal form prefect . Unfortunately  for her,  she was placed  in Seven (G)  a classroom located at the back of  seven grade corridor  nearest  to the senior student's classroom. This made matters even worse on her because there was no possible way she could avoid these senior students and from what she heard from her cousin  that already attended St. Edmonton they were a force to be recond with. 
  Each group of students was even a intinary which indicate who was supposed to be doing what and where. They were given the grand tour by shift  and all that was running through her mind was what her father had  told her. She tagged behind the group  locked  away in her own shell quite as ever .  They were given a hour lunch period  and even then Atamar locked herself away  spoke to no one. She knew persons where whispering  about her about something or the other. Because physically she was hideous . Maybe that's the reason  for her lock of self confident and self-esteem.