My own Words

Then things got worse

When I turned 12, my older sister Kys went to a doctors apt. They checked her heart and they felt like something wasn't right. When they did all the tests they found out that she had a heart murmur. A heart murmur is an extra or unusual sound heard during a heartbeat. murmurs range from very faint to very loud. sometimes they sound like a whooshing or swishing noise. At the age of 14, they has to put a pacemaker in by her heart to keep it pumping the right way. I was very nervous because she was going into heart surgery, Things go wrong sometimes, gladly they didn't and she is healthy but not really active but somewhat active. Soon we had to move out of our cabin because it was just to small and very crowded. We finally found a house that was perfect for us, I finally don't have to share a room with my sister anymore, but somehow she ends up in here anyway. When I went to my school, I didn't like it. I thought the first day of 5th grade would be fun, it wasn't. Two years later I was best friends with a girl. I probably shouldn't say her name, because I didn't ask for her permission, but I become really food friends with her, and one day when I was sitting in her room she told me about how her and some other girl would make fun of me in 5th and 6th grade. It didn't really make me feel the greatest, but at least she was honest. After that I became really close to my best friend Izzy. She is always there for me when I need her, even if we fight we still are great friends, but for some reason I was friends with this other girl which I probably shouldn't have. I lost everyone. Even Izzy. I felt bad for everyone I became friends with and then just left them. When I hung out with this girl she made me feel bad, depressed, feeling like I should just end the world because she showed me how bad people hurt me, but I just didn't see it. I had really bad depression. After school I wouldn't want to talk to anyone. Came home crying and told my mom I didn't want to go back to school because of people. I do admit, people were jerks to me. They called me mean names, made fun of what I looked like, and the way I dressed. I didn't want to tell people that I was poor. And because of my last name It didn't really help. When we moved to thus new house, we lost everything. We got less for Christmas, but I didn't care.