It's my first day of middle school and I'm slightly nervous . I don't know what to do or what to expect all I know is that I'm growing older and that I'm getting closer to high school .
I walk in this building that Im absolutely use to but my anxiety starts to kick in and make me feel as if I'm new to the school
I've been going here for years why does this always happen . Breath , relax , you're just on another hall .
I walk into the cafeteria where it seems like thousands of teens are . Omg I can't do this . I walk out and head to the bathroom because I somehow felt as if I walked in the wrong way .
Walking out the bathroom I spot a familiar face so I follow them . I spot more familiar faces but only move until I've been approached and asked to do so
This might not be bad after all . At least I thought ...
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The Depressed Person
Teen FictionThey say Depression is choice , you choose to be unstable , you choose to be unhappy and most of all you choose to lose yourself .. well hopefully by writing this story I can damn sure prove them wrong .
