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It was a long night, and I couldn't sleep at all. They kept coming and checking in the rooms which I knew why. Thankfully I had a room to myself.
We woke up around 6 or 7 that morning, which I wasn't a early person, and definitely didn't like being around people. And I didn't even know what to do since I was my first day and I hadn't even met anyone.
Of course when people saw me they kept on talking about me calling me the "new girl" and asking me my age since I was tiny and they look shocked when I answered. I didn't really feel like I fit in but I made progress with it. Of course when we got up we went to go eat first thing, I tried sitting by myself but everyone kept surrounding me, and you know how teenagers are they talk about inappropriate things so yeah that's how it went. Which most of them thought I didn't understand, but I did from a very young age.
Of course we had to put our forks into a cup so they could count them and make sure nobody was hiding any, trying to hurt themselves.
Once we made it back to the unit as they called it, we all sat in a group and then watched a movie afterwards. Then they let us have free time and we all talked.
Eventually I did get moved to the younger kid section, because they needed the bed on the other unit, once again I was quiet and shy. And when the older teenagers saw me they would always wave.
Of course we would get medicine morning and night, and had A LOT of group therapy and we had to do school work which I hated, so I acted like I didn't know my account password and they never knew I did. Of course it got me behind but it was whatever I didn't care at that point I needed the break. I eventually made some friends but the guys there made me very uncomfortable, because they thought I was one of the prettiest ones there and the other girls made up lies saying they did things at night. (Totally going to sneak pass the room checks every 15 minutes) But I didn't say nothing. We had gym too, and my dumbass decided I was going to punch basketballs and almost broke my knuckles.

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