A Story of a Sad Little Boy

chapter 11: from 0 to 100

It all started on the abnormally warm February day. Which is ironic because it was groundhog day. I was going to the mall with a small group of friends. I first had a girl Scout cookie booth at the chickfila a few blocks away. A friend of mine met us up at the booth so we could give her a ride. Me, my mom, and Sadoe had a weird conversation on the way there but once we got dropped off the real fun began. On the way in we ran into a person neither of us have seen since 5th grade. They were so welcoming and amazing. Once we let them be and went to go meet the others. We found them picking out prom dresses in Dillards. After we got yelled at because, you know, we are all 8th graders looking for prom dresses and suits. One of our friends disappeared so we did the funniest thing we could think of we called for them from the front desk. They were pissed. It was great. We went upstairs and were picking out suits. I picked up a blazer and examined it. The price tag read $250, I screeched "that's more expensive than me" To be fair I only cost 69¢, so chicken nuggets cost more than me. We later practically got kicked out. So we headed to the hipster hippie shop. We bought the gay and had a ceremony to give people them. It is now 2 weeks later and mine snapped at an audition today. So they obviously weren't that quality shit.  We just hung out for the next 20 minutes till all of our parents came and picked us up.  So I was already in a great mood.  Like the weather was great it wasn't hot or cold just perfect,  the cookie booth went great and I got food from it,  and then I got to hangout with amazing people for 2 hours.  So once me and Sadoe went home,  we just talked.  As a self centered person I like talking about my problems,  that's why I wrote this book.  But we just talked,  about our problems,  school,  dreams,  and people.  It was amazing. I love just talking with my friends, I may not be able to help them but it makes me feel so go to be able to help my friends ease their minds and help them.  It gives me a sense of purpose and happiness. No one else was home for a good bit so we could talk about whatever we wanted. Then my family came back,  so we had to keep it down.  A few minutes later my little sister came and took over so me and sadoe decided to go on a walk to talk. It was gorgeous.  All the chapter headers are from that walk(other than like two).  We brought my dog and explored up my street,  something I had never done before.  We walked and talked about whatever came to our minds.  Once we had explored all that way we stopped back to the house and got water and walked to the grave yard a block from my house.   It was getting dark so it was a little ere and creepy.  We saw someone creepy pull up in their car and stop at multiple graves.  They were in a long dark coat with a dark scarf wrapped around them. Everything was smoky due to some bonfire or party going on near by. Once it became decently dark we went back to my house. After dinner, she went home and I slept. Days pass,  I feel amazing.  I'm in a great mood and I don't know why.  It's just amazing.  Its Monday,  and a few people are out.  On Tuesday she was out again. It was Wednesday she still was gone.  Since Monday I was still ignored at lunch but I knew the person that could change that would be coming back. I was wrong.  She came back the next day.  I was continued to be ignored,  in the morning and lunch. My mood automatically dropped lower than what it was in awhile.  I was mad,  but also sad and disappointed in myself.  So I did what I do.  I  gave the silent treatment. Every day that past my mood and mental health just decreased.  Until I wrote this book to try to numb the present pain in past pain.  But it didn't work.  I decided to try to apologize so I told them andand started talking to them again.  The next day it was the breaking point.  It started with a lesbian commercial.  I had reached breaking point a few hours.  It started with ranting about the world's worst holiday.  Then it lead to a panic attack and a mental breakdown.  Everything just exploded.  The jar of feelings had burst.  Tears ran down my face as the only way to express and understand what I was feeling was writing them down and sending them to someone who would hopefully help. The warm,  salty tears streamed down my face.  It was a silent cry but the first I had had in years. It felt good but wrong and unnatural. I was so fragile and something finally carelessly shattered me. I apogized and apologize way too much. The next day I was slowly recovering and I just suffered through another day but it was different. I was actually talked to.  Yes I then got attacked by Alice's emo army due to the name's,  now all changed.  But I was still fragile but I was recovering.  On Tuesday I yelled shit in front of the teacher and cried under a table BUT that's a story for another time.

HELLO WE REACHED 100 READS YESTERDAY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH.  I WARNED YOU THAT THIS ONE WOULD BE LONGER. THANK YOU FOR READING AND PLEASE SHARE AND VOTE.  THANKS - GRIFF