Living With Depression.

Prologue

All the way through the 5th year of my schooling, I was this happy child who thrived at everything: school, sports, and social events. I was this energetic kid who couldn't wait to grow up and have the time of her life. Everything was normal and perfect when I was always picked first at kickball or my club soccer experience when my coach was also my mom who played me anywhere she needed someone.

I excelled at literally everything until my littler brother, Aidan, got this teacher (who will not be named due to the fact that I don't want to trash anyone) that my parents didn't like. This teacher, from what I've heard, was just psycho. She was always doing things to bring her students down. She was basically a witch with a terrible temper.

Once he got her as a teacher, my parents did everything they could to get us into this school that was a little less public, but it was still public. It was a charter school which had school uniforms and organic food. This school also had a waiting list. Sadly, it took both of us the rest of the school year to get off the waiting list and into the school, so he had to deal with this teacher for the rest of the school year.

When they finally did allow us to enter the school, I was going into sixth grade and Aidan was entering fourth.

This school was full of various kids. At the first glimpse, I could tell that I would have a difficult time making friends because these people were nothing like me. These students were all really intelligent and most knew way more than I did. The whole school was quite intimidating being that I had known one school, not even a mile away from my house, my whole life. At first sight, I knew it would be a hard transition leaving everyone I knew behind.