Bottled up

Chapter one

"Abigail Walker!" the first time I had heard my name in such vein, it shocked me. "Y-yes..?" I said with a shaken voice. "Report to the office immediately." The intercom said in a cold tone.  I slowly walked down to the office, when I finally reach it I sit down without a moment to breathe.. I'm called in. A lot of what was said is quite fuzzy now but I remember being told I was to be held in for recess along with another kid, his name's Daniel Moore. He had blamed me for taking the teachers test paper, although both the teacher and the principal knew I hadn't done it.. my reaction was less than professional. From then of Daniel constantly blamed me for everything he had done. One time it had gotten so bad that I cried in front of my crush (Andrew Wilson).
          June 3rd, 1990.
We all entered the graduation room for jr high. 2 hours of a mind numbing speech. When it came my turn to speak, I walked up to the podium and cleared my throat. "As many of you know, my name is Abigail Walker. Not only me but my fellow classmates are about to enter a whole new territory worth every second of the four years we've earned. This precious Time in our lives will mold where and what we do in life. And I thank (I had paused for only a moment) almost all of you for everything you have and will have done to better everyone around.  Thank you for everything middle school." I took a step back as Daniel walked up to the stand.. "I can't wait to finally be outta this hell hole." We all collect our diplomas and walk to the cafeteria for free snacks and drinks.
1993, promotion dance.
Sure as ever Daniel tries to ruin my night. sometimes I wonder why, why put so much effort into picking on me. It's not even fair, I haven't done anything to him; at least nothing that I knew of.