I open my eyes. Another plain old day in new jersey. I get up, get dressed, and get on the bus for school. How could this ever be exitment,or a rush? But from that day forward, i would wish that i had held my tounge. Just after period 3, i blacked out. I awoke 9 days later, and emediatly saw my parents crying. Had i done something wrong? Or was it just all in my head? I later learned that my parents had gotten depression, and passed it down to me. I cryed that night,just thinking,what would i tell my ftiends? Would they understand me? I only hoped that i i would still stay sane and move on.
