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I was in very young when I realise no one like me. I was maybe 4 years old. In daycare I always stood in the corner or Sat under the slide. Little kids would never talk to me nor go around me as if I was a contagious sickness. At the time it did bother me. I have always been a independent child who though friends were unneeded. By the time I was in kindergarten I had made I Imaginary shell around me. I made one friend she never talk to me around other people. On a normal day she tricked me, and laughed at me for crying. They thought I was so weak the took all of my homework and ripped it up then they through my backpack Into a big puddle getting all my stuff wet. Over summer vacation I moved to the town I live in now.
In first grade I grew very aware that I was lonely and that tough act of not needing friends soon went away. I became just a kid that didn't have friends. There was one girl who is one of the reasons I have trust issues today. She became "friends" with me then when I finally trusted her she took my project and through it in the dirt and stepped on it.
After that year my mom got a notice telling us that me and my sister had to change schools for some reason. We changed schools and almost instantly I knew I didn't fit in. I soon started to get bullied. I was called fat, stupid, idiot, and the one that hurt the most was loner, and more. I was tripped, pushed, and tricked, and more. Yes, these thing are dumb to be getting sad over but I was only in second grade. I soon became depressed I never wanted to do social events. My mom started seeing a difference and thought I just didn't like the school. I never told her. So once again I changed schools. It was the second week of school and I was a new kid. I learned to cover up my depression quickly not wanting to seem weak. For the first 3 week no one really talked to me. A lot of the girls were being passive aggressive towards me. They hated me but I hated them. I rarely started hanging out with these two girls I hated them both but my teacher didn't give me a choice. I soon became best friends with these girls. You could say I was over attached but how could you blame me this was the first friendship I had that wasn't instantly ruined. They pushed me away a lot and that is what made my depression click into action.
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Depression
Short Storythis book isn't to get reads or anything this book is here to show the people who think depression is nothing. Well long story short this is my story of becoming depressed.