Well, middle school started beginning to fade as I was passed onto 9th grade, and the amazing teachers I had to include Mr.Gonzales I knew I'd never get to have them again. High school started, and 9th grade came into play I remember I had 8 teachers, my best 2 teachers of 9th grade would be Mr.Jones and Coach Segula which unfortunately both have passed. They made high school easy for me, I didn't have council to go to just because I was so afraid of what the outcomes would be from my parents saying how I don't need it, and it's just for attention. I remember Mr.Jones and Coach Segula being my burning lights, my history and Small gym teacher any issues I had I knew that deep down I could always turn to them without doubt of me being scared. I cannot remanence how many times they saved my life in 9th grade, their were so many times I remember that I would buy blades if I couldn't find any, and use them to cut myself. The cutting made the pain go away much faster, as the cuttings began it became hard for me to shower, because even though the pain temporarily got numbed, the water made it burn. I remember cutting myself where ever I could, didn't matter if it was the school bathroom, my house, or even in public in private spaces. My teachers use to see the cuts on my wrists, and on my ankles they got so upset with me, but never yelled or discouraged me, I knew that I failed them, but they never made any changes in the way they treat me. Every morning that came around, I'd jump up from bed to shower, so I could leave and talk to them, they made my mornings everyday before I left into class. These 2 amazing lives would come to me during lunch and talk to me to make sure I was doing okay throughout the day, their are moments I flashback to where I miss them so much, and just remember how amazing they were. I graduated to 10th grade, Mr.Jones passed away unfortunately, I remember Coach Segula made sure I was doing good after that tragic event, and made sure I was doing good in general. For, 10tb grade I had 8 new different faces, and 8 new people to get to know.
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Skeletons in the House
Non-FictionEveryone's heard of skeletons in the closet, but have you ever heard of skeletons in the house? This will be a biography and autobiography about the troubles of life. We all have had issues but I'm going to tell you the issue I had while growing up...