Awkward

6th Grade

When I was in 6th Grade, I always had this depression-type thing. I've always suffered. I'm the one that doesn't have friends.

"Hey!" My friend Gabriel exclaimed.

"Me?" I ask awkwarky.

"Nooo, the door behind you." He says, with sarcasm.

"Oh, yeah, that's obvious. I'm shit." I said, hating myself.

"It's for you, my birthday invitation." He says, leaving.

I go with my two only friends. Paul and Christian. I'm walking toward them. They start walking away from me. They enter the bathroom, and lock themselves in there. After they come out, they tell me they are sorry.

"It's a secret," Paul says, "We can't tell you."

"Besides, you'd tell everyone." Christian said.

"I found a song that describes my life." I say.

"Really?" Asks Paul.

"Yes," I say, "This is it. Everyone hates me, I am super ugly, no one trusts me, I'm oure shit."

Paul and Christian exchange looks.

"What? People do love you..." Says Paul.

"And we trust you...". Those words come from Christian's mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's why you always tell me your secrets, and that's why you always take me to parties, and also why you always invite me when you go to eat an ice cream, or to go to the movies, or to someone's house. Oh wait, you always ignore me, you lock yourselves on the bathroom, you never invite me to your house, you never take me to the movies or to the mall. And you say you don't hate me." I scream the last part. I stomp away. I don't know what my life gives me, only that I hate it.