Hey, my name's Rose. I was born at November 5th 2004. Hold up, you might think this is just a story. But, believe it or not, this is true.When I was in kindergarten, I have this bestfriend of mine. And, her name was Shiela. She was the one I always talk about my depression. Wait, I had depression when I was in kindergarten? Yes. I did. It started there and I didn't even knew it was depression.
Shiela was always there. When I'm holding up my tears in class because of bullying, I would excuse myself to go to the comfort room. And, she would excuse herself to class too. And, it would seem like we skipped classes but we just talked at the comfort room of hours and hours.
It was fun.
Until she left.
I didn't know why she had to. All she said was she was leaving and she was transfering schools. After we graduated ON PRESCHOOL or kindergarten, at summer I kept thinking of her and how I was so excited to meet her. I was absent-minded okay?
When classes started again, she wasn't there. And, I waited for her. I thought she was just on another class. But, she wasn't. I remember and I ran to the comfort room and cried. I couldn't stop thinking of her. She was only there for a short period of time.
And, there was a new begginning of gradeschool. That other girl.
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Rose's Diary
AcakA story of a girl named Rose. Desperate of everything. Want to know more about her? Read.