I was born on January 16th 2002 at 11:06 P.M. I'm in eighth grade. I started feeling unhappy with myself in first grade. And I've been off and on happy sense. No one understands the way I feel. Everyone I know says I'm perfect and I have no reason to be unhappy but I don't think that's true. I don't get how people think can tell me how I feel and how I should feel. It all started in first grade. I had my first bully. I had just moved to custer elementary. I only made one friend. And she was my friend because she was the unlucky one the teacher picked to show me around the school and eat lunch with me. No one talked to me and no one had a problem with me. Until we moved seats and I didn't sit by my friend anymore. I sat by I really mean girl. And she bullied me because of my glasses and clothes. I went home crying everyday. I don't like to tell on people because it always made things worse. My mom seen me crying but she never did anything. And the funny thing is that girl wore glasses too. I think that is all the bad things that happened that year but I don't really remember. It wasn't that bad but because she made fun of me for my glasses I never wanted to wear them and I always argued with my mom about wearing them. So I just broke them. And she got really mad at me. I knew I needed to wear them because I could barely see without them but I didn't want to be bullied. In 2nd grade I moved to Arborwood elementary. A had more friends there then I did at Custer. I liked it there and I loved my teachers. It was two classes put into one. I met a girl and she became my best friend. We fought all the time. That was the year my mom had her last child. His name is Logan. So it was a pretty happy time for our family. 3rd grade I moved to the other part of Arborwood. Hollywood elementary. Me and my best friend were both in that class. We loved our teacher she was really nice. Like in 2nd grade we fought a lot. I had some of the same friends but I made a lot more friends. The beginning of the year was good. Until my Aunt Angela and my cousin Megan died. Angela died of a drug overdose. She had just had a child and she had to other kids. They were both devastated. And the oldest started doing drugs and other stuff after that happened. There was questions of whether or not it was a murder or suicide. My cousin died in a car accident. She was only 16. Her best friend was driving the car. A truck pulled out in front of them and her friend hit the truck. Megan's friend didn't die. Only Megan did because the truck was more on her side. That happened in November. They were only like a week apart. After that nothing was ever the same in my family. My great Aunt Diane was so heart broken. She loved Megan so much. She gave her whatever she wanted. My Aunt Diane was her grandma.My whole mom's side of the family was sad. Little did we know that my dad's side of the family was about to become sad too. In march my grandpa on my dad's side of the family died. He was riding his bike at night time and he got hit by a car. He was dead before he even got to the hospital. The police said he looked like a human pretzel. My dad was really sad about it. My dad got took away from his parent when he was a kid. They did drugs and lots of other bad things. He was adopted by a great, rich, and smart family. He hated them. He wanted his real parents and family. My dad was the star football player. He got many scholarships from colleges. He was a 4.0 student his whole life. He had a perfect life but he was a lot sadder than everyone thought. He gave up his education for drugs. When he was 18 he moved back to Monroe where his parents lived and where my mom lived. He got my mom pregnant when she was 15. And again was 17. And Again when she was 20. I was born when she was 18. My mom said when they would fight he would cut himself with a big knife. Right in front of her. On April 9th 2011 (I was still in 3rd grade) He went to the casino for his birthday that is on April 13th. He had to ask his ex girlfriend for a ride home because his friend ditched him. She cheated on him and was pregnant. They were fighting while they were in the car. And no one knows what happened but somehow he ended up outside the car onto the expressway. His ex said two different stories. The first one was that he feel out of the car and the other one was that he jumped out the car. They didn't know witch one was the truth so they said he committed suicide. He died 10 days later. On April 19th 2011. In 4th grade I moved back to the other building at Arborwood. I didn't know anyone in that class. EVeryone else knew each other because they had Mr. Service for 3rd grade. It was a split class. Half the class was 3rd graders and half the class was 4th graders. My only friend was a 3rd grader. I didn't talk to no one in the class other then her. Me got into arguments sometimes. The only time a had some friends in that class was at the end of the year. When me and my friend from 2nd and 3nd grade got into a fight over my friend from 4th grade. So I wasn't friends with either of them. And I was crying and the popular people let me hang out with them at recess.
