Ima start my story the year my life changed. 5th grade. I went into 5th grade happy and proud. Once I got there I saw my best friends Ayla, Keira, and Layla. We spent so much time together until I messed everything up. I liked my boy best friend Jackson. And turns out he liked Ayla with nobody knowing. Then he liked a friend of mine Chole. I wasn't sad or mad. I was happy for her but Chole liked Somebody else. So Jackson moved on. He then liked Me. And Layla and Ayla told me. The thing was I sat next to him in class so you would think akward. Nerp. Not at all. Me and him were chill and hung out still and didn't talk about it. Until one day Ayla said he wanted to ask me out. I said well where is he then. She said he was too scared to ask me out. I said I would tell him my reply if he asked me to my face. Then everyone started coming and gathering around me and Keira took me and we spun in a field and we fell in those sticky things that hurt. It was awesome. So skipping stuff (I said no btw) he liked Ayla again and they dated for a bit until me, him, and Layla formed a thing called Spin Squad we spun around and it was fun. While he was dating Ayla Layla liked him and Jackson liked her so Ayla and Him broke up and Layla and him got together. Nobody asked how I felt and it hurt. Until I got a item I love. My journal. And that journal was the item that sent me into my case that I still have now. A thing called... Depression
