I never knew what dread meant until it was the day before school reopens. I felt as if there was a dark cloud above my head. I dread going back to the place I hate but love, funnily. 

Alas, I sat myself down and spoke to me, internally in my head; I can choose to be dreadful about it, or I can choose to be positive about it. I have a choice on how I should feel about this damning situation which, is no damnation at all. It's just part of life. 

And so I chose the latter, with a dose of prayer. It went uphill after that, but when the hour draws near to the 'dreadful' moment, my spirits crashed again. Tears eventually sprang forth, and I let it flow. Whatever, let them tears channel my dread.

And then I went to sleep, and woke up, with less dread. This is just the beginning of my journey but at the end of the road I have a HOPE i can cling to, a faithful God who will see me through every moment.

I will hope on that.