A Girl With Depression

Prologue

Hello, my name is Alyssa. This is my story! I hope you enjoy it! And I am not the author, I am just the main character in the story that the author is writing about!

I woke up this morning and got ready for school. "Mom, can i stay home from school today?" I keep asking this every morning except for on the weekends. But her answer is always "No."

I finished getting ready and headed for the bus. I always get bullied on the bus too so I try to not sit around anybody. I only have a few friends and i sit around them mainly. I always sit by my best friend Mary. Mary was super nice to me and always stood up for me in class and on the bus.

Our home room teacher Mrs.Woods also stands up for me, but she doesn't do much but tell the bully to stop. One of my main bullies is Kirsten, she pushes me into lockers, and knocks me out of my chair in the classes we have together. I'd rather be home schooled, but my mom says I need to be social.

I was good in my grades, all A+'s and some just A's. I'm a straight A student, but people bully me for that and call me a nerd. I try to tell them: "I'm just good in my grades!" But they never listen and keep being mean.

I always had that dream I would become an author, maybe even a famous artist! But when I tell people, they always say to grow up and that dreams never come true. But I still believe that anyone's dream can come true, they just never know when it will come.

I have no siblings, I'm usually home in my room or making books on paper. I have a lot of book draft ideas that I don't like so I put them in my garbage can by my desk. My main story that I'm working on is about my life. I write in it everyday, hoping it will soon be done. But it has't been done for years. I've been working on this story for 2 years now, and I use it so I can go into my own little world. I call it Alyssa world.

Sometimes, when I'm in my own world writing my story, I don't hear my mom and dad calling me for dinner. They come up into my room and pull me out of bed and bring me to the table. "I'm 15 I don't need to be carried!" I tell my dad this every time he picks me up and brings me somewhere.

My Grandfather died a few years ago, and that's what inspired me to start drawing. I don't know why, it just came to me. My grandmother said he used to like to draw a lot. So I decided to follow his path in art! This is what brought me to be an art lover!