My Life *True Story's*

I Don't Deserve

This story is true.

Emree (RasaDoodle)

It happened around 5 months into school... So many kids started calling me emo for something I didn't know... I brought a dead hummingbird to school. I didn't know that it was illegal to do that at the time. But I was at school. I told and showed my closest friends Isabelle and Adia. They were exited as they pet the dead creature. They didn't think it was wrong for me to bring it to show my science teacher. They thought it was great. But during first period... That's when it went south. We were joking and stuff and I guess I let it slip into the public. That day is fuzzy anyways, all I remember clearly is what happened next. It was at the end of the period. Me and Isabelle were sitting in the extended bleachers. A girl walked over to us. I didnt know her name but Izy did. Ashten. Or that's how I spell it at least. But she came over and started insulting me. Telling me all my animals should run away or die, and I don't deserve pets. My eyes only held anger and sadness. My voice cracked and eyes watered. It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake out of. And it was sadly reality. I didn't know I shouldn't of brought the humming bird there. I didnt know. So after that we reported her. In 5th period Me and Izy got sent to the counselors office. I told her my side. Izy had a completely different story to tell. But she can say that herself in a different chapter. Well... Something slipped. I told the counselor about my suicidal thoughts. And all I could thing of was one thing.
One meme...
"At that moment... Emree knew... She fucked up...*
The counselor called my grandma snd mom. I died. They asked me when I got home... If I even knew what depression was! And I did know but they didn't believe me. I told them 1 definition of depression and they said
"Nope that's not right"
So I was like.... I didn't say this to them and if I did I wouldn't be writing this today...
"Bitches and mitch do you even know the definition of depression?"
So ya. This part got cringy... Only because I didn't want to remember it... They talked about my dad... I dont know my dad... Only his name, his eye color and that's it. I was crying. And they didn't stop sadly... So ya...

Worst day of the month!

I have died just writing about it!
There's still more to come as well. About 3 more story's will be written by me. The next few I wont even know about. Ill know nothing about them. They will be written by friends. And my family will know nothing of this. They don't know anything about me and I live with them... In rambling... Heh...

Guess this is what you get for one mistake.

A catastrophe...