High School: 9th Grade
"Hey Jeannette! Where have you been the last few weeks?!" Katy, one of my so called 'friends' asked me. When I say 'friends' I mean, someone who talks to me so they can find out stuff about me, but they don't really care, they just pretend they do.
'Oh, I was just...on a vacation with my family." I lied, so she wouldn't ask me anymore questions.
'Oh, okay. Talk to you later." Katy said, and with that she walked away. I wasn't on a vacation with my family, I was at home trying my best to be happy, and not be depressed. I hated going to school, it was torture. All the kids, the teachers, just the whole place is horrible. I can't even explain the feeling, or why it makes me feel this way, it just does. The main reason I went back to school, was because my mom made me, and I knew I had to go so I could pass, and be able to graduate. I only have like, 2 real friends, which is pretty good, I mean it's not a lot, but at least they like to hang out with me, and only 1 of them knows about me being diagnosed with anxiety and depression, and he's pretty okay with it, I've been friends with him since 5th grade, before my anxiety got really bad, and before I got diagnosed with depression. He messages me, and makes sure I take my meds every night. I'm happy I have at least 1 real friend Nathan, but it's kind of hard, he knows I have depression, but he doesn't really understand the whole concept of it. Like, he gets mad at me when I don't message him back, or when I ignore him, or don't show up to school for days and sometimes weeks. He use to go to a different school before he transferred to my school, and before that I didn't really have any friends at my school, just so called 'friends.' But now that he goes to my school, he's usually the only person I talk to.
"Hey Jeannette." Nathan, said as I walked into first hour.
"Oh, hey Nathan." I said, as I put my books down next to his.
"You haven't messaged me in days, and you've been out of school for weeks. You know it upsets me when you do that!" He said with a sad look on his face.
"I know, I'm sorry. I've just been busy." I lied. He doesn't understand and no matter how many times I try to explain, he either doesn't listen, understand, or seem to care so I just gave that up.
"Well you can at least take 5 minutes to message me back, and you should be able to hang out at least once a month. It's not that hard." He said while sitting down next to me.
"Yeah, okay whatever." I said while getting my journal out. We didn't talk for the rest of the hour. I was in a bad mood and he knew it, and he just doesn't bother talking to me when I am, he knows by now. The rest of the day went by pretty slow, like usual. I just sat in class reading and writing, and taking my phone out while the teacher weren't looking so I could message my mom. She always knows how to make me feel better, and she understands the whole depressions and anxiety thing, which I'm glad about because most people don't, and they think you're either faking it, or just don't have it. After the school day was over, I got on the bus and sat in the first seat. Usually I just put my headphone in and listen to music until they got to my stop, or unless someone sits next to me and tries to talk to me, which then I usually ignore them, or if they talk to me I just listen and nod my head, so they don't think I'm rude, because I'm not. I just have trouble talking to people and never know what to say back to them.
As soon as I got off the bus, I went into the house, grabbed a bag of Doritos and went into my room. I lay my bags on my bed, got my laptop out, and turned on Orange Is the New Black. I saw a whole bunch of people talking about it on my Facebook newsfeed, so I decided to try it out and watch it. I thought it was a little weird at first, but it's actually really good. For the rest of the day I just watched Netflix, and ate Doritos. That's usually all I do all day everyday. I never have any motivation to get out of bed, or go do anything, but after I started taking my antidepressants it helped me a little bit. I started getting out of bed more to go get food, and to help my mom around the house, so I guess it's getting a little better you could say, but I still don't want to talk to people most of the time, or go out of the house and do stuff.
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The Invisible Outcast
Teen FictionThis is a story about a teenage girl, who is an invisible outcast. Most people think she is weird, because she is always writing in her journal, instead of doing her classwork. They think she's strange because she never talks to anybody at school, a...
