A book of little stories

Behind closed doors

I was always sort of quiet during class. I never raised my hand, if I got called on i'd sit there and not say anything. I guess it just a side affect of being depressed. Ya...I'm depressed. I remember when I was younger thinking that I'll never be depressed. I'll stay happy for life. I know that that's not the case now a days. I'm sitting in class listening to people read off projects that they were assigned as one girl finishes everyone starts to clap. I sit there not saying anything staring out the window. "PAIGE!!!" I heard the teacher yell trying to get my attention. I looked at the front of the room and stared at my teacher. "Are you done?" She asked. "No" I replied not caring about the snickers I got from class mates or the look I got from the teacher standing in front of me. She is about to say something when the bell rings signalling the end of class, everyone stands up and leaves, and let me tell you I got up and left that classroom so fast and left that school so fast considering it was my last class. I went straight to my room closed the door, locked it and got out my scissors. After that the rest is history.