As Time ticks away

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I sometimes wished he would leave me alone , and that he wouldn't judge me ... I sometimes felt like is I wanted to run away , to some place , some place I callled the place . 

It was beautiful there ... and I even wrote a story about it and sheared it with my 4th hour class in 6th grade , but in the end I was voted for the most depressing story ever made . The story went something like this...

  Do you want me to take you to a place where all your dreams come true ? A place where no one judges you? A place where all your hopes matter and are not just a waste of time? Let me take you to that place then , Come hold my hand and I'll take you to that place !

After that the story tells you about the place , but the part that everyone voted the most depressing was the end that went something like this ...

... but then winter falls and it's trying to kill the place . Winter is trying to kill the  sycamore tree that is the heart of the place , the sycamore tree is fighting agents it's sister the wind and it's brother the snow , and it is a harsh fight , but in the end the wind and the snow defeat the sycamore tree ... and they laugh with great joy ... I fell to me knees when seeing the tree die ... "no..." "this can't be..." " why ... why...WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO HARSH WITH HER !!!!! WHY DO YOU HATE HER SO MUCH!!!! .... Why ... do you hate me..." ... I sodded with great bitterness. This means the place is dead and everything in it is dead too... including me ... for I am a part of the Place ...

Now that I read it to my self I see why everyone thought it was depressing. 

My father continued "What do you mean by yourself!?"  He pushed "Well, you see I don't like Siting by anyone since they all acted like complete idiot." But I lied , well not the idiot part , my school is full of morons and idiots but that still doesn't mean I would like to sit by one of those morons and idiots, i want to be one of those morons and one of those idiots , I want to slack off , have some fun and not be so perfect all the time . The reason why in one sits by me is because every one thinks I'm some kind of smart  Alec , some kind of brainy-act that no one likes . Everyone at school thinks I'm stuck up and snotty . They even call me perfect , I HATE that word I wish everyone who just stop saying that . My father seemed less angry  at me for my answer and that was a close one , too close . My father thinks I have to have friends while my mother thinks that I don't need friends , I'm more on my father's side but my life is more on my mother's side . 

   On the way home we all were quite not making a sound , it was dead silent and I hated when it was silent , it was just so uncomfortable for me , plus I can't sit still and I can't live without making noise . When we got to our house I ate a sandwich, alone , as always , and then did my homework , I have to say there was nothing really that challenging about it... it was boring and I rather do anything else than it . Then it was time to go to bed . After a brushed my teeth , just like to good girl I am, I climbed into bed ... this was ,y favorite part of the day or.. night because under my pillow was a lime green journal I hind and hope on one finds it , this journal is like  a dairy , and it hopes all my thoughts and felling about me ... and my dreams and hopes ... like I have any ... and everything else it's very special to me because it's the only thing that I can talk to or write to .