First I would like to say that this book is basically based on my life and my troubles of being a depressed, anxious, gay teenager. Also, ALL THE EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THIS BOOK ARE REAL, I will not exaggerate or anything, my life is actually book worthy( not really but wth why not). I changed the names of people in this story for their protection even though I doubt that any of you know where I live and if you do you are either 1. one of my "friends", which in that case you have probably already heard the stories I have put in this book or 2. you are a creepy stalker person and you have a way of tracking people on wattpad, which in that case HMU I want in, no jk just don't. This story starts on the day that I stared this book. Let's begin shall we. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday, September 22, 2017
Right now I'm in Fitness Components. I just got here. I have a few minutes until the bell rings so I'm on Wattpad. Triston hasn't been at school for a while it's a little weird but his friends say he's sick so it's probably just the flu, I mean it is flu season. He should be back soon though. Ok the bell just rang I will probably have to put this away soon. I'll write later. ------------------------ Ok I'm in Geography and Culture (AKA GAC) we are using or chrome books so I can write. I already had lunch and it went a little like this: Carlee and I talked about weight for most of the time. I had a med check the other day and my doctor said that I gain 26 pounds in 6 months. Which I think is because I take in more than I burn even though I run in the mornings and have dance 5 times a week. Anyway, we were talking about weight until Keisha turned to me and Carlee and told us to hid an apple quickly. I told Carlee to put it in her bra but she couldn't because her boobs are too small so I put it in my bra. Someone came over and didn't notice one boob was significantly larger than the other but it was cool. Skip to the end of the day cause school is boring. ----------------------------------------- Ok so I'm home and we have to leave for dance in 10 minutes. I don't really have anything to do so I'm just going to write and check my Snapchat because that's what people do now a days. Nothing good, I'll do my streaks which is always song lyrics, usually Panic!at the Disco. Ok we have to go. I'll update in the car with the app. Ok so I'm almost to dance and about to start crying. On Nika's story I found this
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I don't know what's happening anymore. I can't cry in front of my mom because she will say I'm overreacting. So I'll wait until I'm at dance where I will get comforted instead of yelled at. I'll write when I'm done with dance. ----------------------------------------- I got to dance and I cried. I knew Triston, he was in a few of my classes, one of them being fitness components. He was so nice to me the few times that we talked. He was so nice in general, to everyone. I can't believe he's gone. I keep telling myself that he's not, he'll be at school on Monday, he isn't dead but then I read the email again and again and he's gone. It's not fair he shouldn't of died. He didn't deserve it. I miss you Triston even though we weren't close or anything but you had something about you that just made everyone around you happy, was it your smile that was contagious or your personality. I'll never figure it out but whatever it was I'm glad that I was there for it. You will be missed. So this one is for you Triston. I hope you aren't in pain.
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That's all for today I need to rest. Signing off, Kaitlyn
In loving memory of Triston Hannan. You will forever hold a place in everyone hearts.
