First of all, before I start, go report Val-Sucks for hate. She's been hating on Valowl222.
So I was born on Thanksgiving. My mom calls me her "turkey baby".
I was always short, and that was fine with me. I lived a happy life until 2nd grade, when my mom was concerned about how short I was. The doctor agreed to do a bone age scan, just to get her to stop worrying, but at age 8, my bone age was 4 1/2. Long story short, I went to tons of doctors who drew lots of blood and made me do an endoscopy, then I was diagnosed with celiac disease.
I was very good at math at the time so I changed schools so I could do advanced math. This kind of shook me up a bit and I was teased a little bit about the CD. I was diagnosed with ADHD in 4th grade.
Then, in fifth grade, I moved back to my old school district because my age was moving to intermediate school. This was the best year. I had an amazing teacher who helped me with advanced math, and I had a couple of good friends.
But 6th grade was terrible. I had a terrible math teacher who didn't do advanced math with me and no friends. I spent a lot of time reading underneath the playground. I think this is when my social anxiety started up. This is also when I got my first phone. It wasn't a good smartphone, but I was happy with it because it was better than nothing.
Then, middle school. I was terrified of it because, well, you change classes. I enjoyed the freedom that it brought, though. I had very few friends and this is when I started to not turn things in on time. My parents would yell, I would be more stressed and more likely to not finish or forget something, and the cycle increased. I was accepted into NJHS in 8th grade, but I never finished my service hours. All the while, I was becoming sadder and sadder. I think eight grade was when I first thought of suicide. My parents had been yelling at me, and I was stressed and overwhelmed. I kept myself from jumping off the back patio roof by thinking of the next exciting thing that was going to happen, such as Christmas or even Valentine's day.
Summer passed, and I moved up to high school. High school has a lot more freedoms, like you can have your phone out and use a backpack. This was exciting, and I had made the Wizard Of Oz. But then the theater kids started teasing me. They made little comments about my "gluten allergy" and how well I danced (I have no coordination whatsoever.) My depression increased until I wanted to die really badly. Eventually, the show finished and I thought I would get to relax. Nope. In theatre, we started doing Much Ado About Nothing. I'm a watchman, and we have one scene. Of course, we have a lot of free time because of that, so J pulls us out into the hall to "work on the scene" aka criticize me constantly while we go over the scene over and over. Thankfully we only have three more weeks of that until I get to move out of the class and the show is over.
Some good things about high school:
✅Computer programming class. Cooooompuuuuuteeeeer programming. My bace (before any class else) Mr. Powell is awesome but insane.
✅Choir
✅Engineering
✅Biology. Mr. Evans is kinda dark and morbid, but he makes class interesting... :3
So that's me. Thanks to PacifyPain for posting her this is me.
