The Story, From My Side. It was the beginning of a new lease of life for me. My secondary school days have just ended, although not in the best possible way. But still suffice for me to enter the school of my dreams…. at that time. Being a 16 years old at that time, I guess I was a bit filled with pride of my achievement. I guess I was arrogant and cocky at times, but other that that, I cannot really find major defects in my behavior. (I am always weird.) But as they say pride always comes before a fall, but never would I know that this is not a fall, but a slam, an endless spiral to the deepest depth of hell. My problems started soon after I enter jc. From my old class, only 4 of us managed to come into the jc of our choice. There was this old classmate, who appealed to get into the jc. I will just call him Z. Anyway I did not need to need to appeal. And at the point of getting my results, he got a lot of Bs, that’s why he needs to appeal. Anyway, at that point of time when we got our...