Ok so I was in lit and she asked me who my hero was and I was struggling and she asked what was going through my head and I said
"The only people I am thinking about are villains and terrorists, so I can't say those"
And she was like
"Wait why?"
And I was like
"I don't see them as my heroes but I admire their brains"
And then I was at my locker with Ella and we were talking about how I admired hitlers smarts and brains and she overheard us and she told my parents tonight and she was like
"Something very concerning happened in class today. I asked hattie who her hero was and she said that all she could think of was villains and terrorists and then I overheard her and Ella in the hallway talking about how she admired hitler. I hope you know how concerning this is for a teacher. I think you should consider putting your daughter in counseling."
And my mom just gave me the look and called me evil and sick all of the way home.
This is how my life goes.
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Dancing in my depression
RandomThese are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day. I write all of these myself.