So through the years there has been numerous fights. But let's go to 5th grade where it was really bad...
Long ago, about four years ago, things got really bad. Fights almost every other day. But this time more physical then mental words. So as a ten-year-old, it wasn't that pretty to see. Oh yeah, and sometimes I got dragged in most of them, so in result, it wasn't good for my mental health.
So my grades started slipping to all F's and two A's(Band and music.) And the teachers never, and still don't, question why I am always missing things. Or am just not cheery that day, I mean it is odd behavior for me. Because I always have a smile.on my face to cheer everyone else up. But anyway, I had to choose sides. Either, have my dad love me, or my mom. So I choose my mom because it seemed right at the time. I was wrong. Both sides are wrong. So when I fight breaks out now, I sit out unless it gets to the point where I can't hear my show. I know that is selfish, but I gave up on trying like, last year. When Walter died.(My dog.)
So it's okay to be sad for me, but I have got this under control. Ask anyone who knows me; I'm fine.
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The Story of Me.
No FicciónThank you all for 1K views! I thought I was a boring person, looks like you proved me wrong. This is the story of me. What you'll be reading is my life story. And it's real. It's what I go through, Every. Single. Day. And at times it may be sad and...
