It all started in third grade. Everyone thought i was weird. I always got in trouble. My teacher had cancer and she was the only one nice to me. I had very few friends. I was one of the only kids who didnt have a mom to help with my problems. I wasnt the smartest kid either. There was one stuck up brat named emma. She always thought she was better than everyone else. She was so rude. Later that year, three days before my birthday, my gym teacher died. This affected everyone a great deal, but it affected me most. As you can tell i was friends mainly with the teachers. Later that night before i went to bed i heard a scream and then sobs. This scared me at first. Then, i got out of my bed and walked out of my room to see my chinchilla lying on the floor with broken ribs and blood coming out of his mouth. I started crying even though it was stupid. As they were cleaning up my cousin was playing with her hamster. She set him on a chair and he just fell over. Turns out he was dead too. Lucky me! Rite? Blehhh. Anyway, with all the death going on i got depressed. Yeah i know i was a little young to be depressed, but i will admit it. I was depressed. The kids at school laughed when they found out that i was depressed over animals. I decided just to let then say what they wanna say and that i could just build a bridge and next year would be better. I was wrong.
