Chapter 3

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Next thing I know, the lunch bell rings. I carry my stuff down to my third block class, Teen Living. This has to be my favorite class. I know you probably thought guitar was my favorite class, well it isn't. In guitar I really only like my teacher, though I love music Teen Living has to be my favorite. Teen Living you basically just do things all the time and my favorite part about it is the food. You get to cook, and thankfully today, it is pizza day! I guess that's a little birthday present, right?

Now lemme tell you, I'm an expert cook. Anything I make turns into a masterpiece, seriously. My teen living teacher had to sample all of our pizzas for a grade, and you won't believe what she did. She ate 3 slices, when she was supposed to have a bite. So my group had to share 2 slices, talk about selfish. I figured the bell was right on time, it rang just as we finished cleaning up the mini kitchen.

As I walked out of the classroom a weird vibe hit me, I knew this vibe but I couldn't get my finger on it. Than it hit me, I'm sorry I didn't tell you this before but, back in middle school I suffered badly from a mental illness. I still do, but I take meds for it. Depression, you've heard of it right? I realized I forgot to take my pills this morning, now suddenly everything came crashing down. I look up I see happy, laughing faces. I start to feel my eyes water, so I run to the bathroom.

Spending about 20 minutes in the bathroom crying and redoing my makeup, I'm so lucky no one walked in to see that. Soon as I'm done, I walk out of the bathroom and realize I'm late for class. Shit!

I'm really lucky it's just resource. I'm even luckier to just sit in the back of the class, without her even noticing I came in late. I take out my phone and earbuds and let music take me away. I take out my notebook, it has all the plans for the party. I look through it carefully, memorize every little detail. This party has to be perfect, if I mess it up, my whole high school reputation is down the drain. After memorizing every last detail, I fall asleep.

Than it seems a few seconds later I'm awakened by that bell. But oh boy, that bell music to my ears, I literally sprint to my locker and, stuff my backpack. And head straight to the bus, and straight home. Let the party begin!

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