Suffocating

Chapter 2

February 24, 2015I meet with my psychiatrist/ you today. My first day of school was terrible. One kid was nice, his name was Frits. I was actual able to nod at him. Which is an improvement I think. I had P.E. today. It was also very cold outside. I did get to spend lunch in the library. Which was awesome, they have tons of books which I love. I'm allowed to to check out three at a time. I did, the check out thing is automated so you don't have to talk to anyone. Which makes it even better. I have already read them all. I'm planing on returning them and getting three new ones tomorrow. Today I'm going to the cemetery. My dad died, two years ago today. He was shot in the war. He was a solider. Mom got a triangle flag and a medal for his death, a purple heart. They also shot of guns a the funeral. There were also other people in uniforms. One wish I have is that he was still alive. After his death is when every thing started to spin out of control. One good thing is books.
-Frits' pov-
Willona and I have become kinda close. I would say we are friends. She told me that she has agoraphobia. By told I mean, wrote it on a piece of paper when we were in the library. Even though she doesn't talk she is a fun person. Some kids bullied her. Its only because she is quiet. Which is ridiculous. I always stand up for her. She is my friend after all. My others friends don't care but they won't hang out with me at school, or when I'm with Wilona. But they don't make fun of her or bully her. Not that I care that they don't hang out with me as much. If they don't like Wilona then that is there problem. I do feel bad for her though. I've told the teachers but the kids only got detention. I think they should be punished more severely. Since it really doesn't do anything. However I don't know what they are going through at home. I don't know what has happened to were they think that making fun of someone else would help. It was lunch time, we were in the library. We avoided the lunchroom as much as possible. Well she avoided it since the first day, and succeeded well. Some times they made me eat with the other kids. Claiming that I needed to be more social. I don't mind though, because I get a chance to hang out with my other friends. Wilona, still doesn't talk to me she only wrights notes. Then again she doesn't talk to any one and almost has a panic attack when the teachers call on her. The stopped that quickly. But being with her so much has made me notice that she loves books. Since when I talk it is a one sided conversation, so I really don't talk to her. We only got to hang out at school. I looked up suddenly and looked around. I had just realized that I was sitting alone. I had just realized that I was sitting alone. I saw a note sitting on the desk in front of me. It said in Bye Wilona's curly writing. I had been to busy thinking about the dozens of mysteries about Wilona. I got up to find her. I looked all over the library. I didn't find her. She wasn't in the rest of the classes all day. Non of the teachers noticed. Then I remembered that it was Tuesday so she was going to her psychiatrist today.