Seventh Grade Journal

Seven Crappy Hours Of Our Life

(Wednesday) August 25, 2016
12:01 AM

The meds are starting to make me dizzy and tired. Not the best feeling in the world. My left arm is really sore from the shot. I hope it ends later today.

7:38 AM

My arm is still sore. I'm a little tired since I only got two hours of sleep. Better than nothing I guess.

Mum is driving my sister and I to school. I like looking out the window. Our town is pretty. The air is much better here. More clean. I don't get sick as much as I did where we used to live.

The car next to us a man who looks 50 is smoking. Now there's a women in her NAVY uniform looking bored. An old couple sitting on their porch smiling. A palm tree that is really tall. A house that is being built. A teenage girl walking to school. A family on their bikes. The fire department. The highschool. Now we are here.

There are a lot of kids. I'm getting a feeling in my chest. It feels like I got punched really hard. Now I'm trying to not get another panic attack.

12:44 PM

It's lunch time. I'm having a panic attack in the girls' restroom. Just three more hours and it will all be over until tomorrow.

3:04 PM

School is out finally. I'm waiting for Mum at the front of the school. I just want to go home now. I've been dealing with that painful feeling all day. Barely even said a word.

The teachers had us socialize. Which is the worst thing I can do.

9:20 PM

Everyone is asleep except for me

obviously.

I'm waiting for the medicine to start taking effect.

Honestly, I can sit still for hours not doing anything. I guess they have an advantage on me.

My arm is still sore. I'll live.

Write tomorrow.

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