It Will Get Better

The Beginning

"Harley Jenifer Mac, born at 8:30pm on September 27th, 2003. She was a beautiful young girl..................

Ya no I'm not gonna start it from the real beginning. I guess you could say it really started in grade four , when I was eight. Earlier, during grade three, my parents had sadly told me and my sister they were getting a divorce. We lived in a nice house 2400 square feet, right near our school, next to all our friends.

We used to have street parties where all the neighbors would come out and hangout on the street, the parents would drink as the kids played games. Even way back then I got bullied. My sister was the eldest so everyone followed her, if she said or did something everyone followed because that is what little kids do. So of course whenever she made fun of me all the other kids thought it would be okay to make fun of me as well. I got pushed around, left out, the worst is that they would go ask me to do something and when I got back they would all be gone because they all ran away thinking it was funny or something.

I was always the weird child I never fit in. So when my parents had told us about there divorce there was some part of me that was happy. I mean I never cried, but to be fair I was eight so did I even really understand what was happening.

After that happened the house quickly got put up on the market and my mom sent out on a mission to find our new forever home. my mum still tells me a story that always makes me laugh. The day after my parents broke the news to us I went up to my mom in secret. I asked "Hey mum, now that we aren't living with dad does that mean we can get a cat?" I know I sound like a horrible kid but my dad was allergic, can you blame me?

Starting grade four we had found a house even closer to school, still in the same town. I was excited to move, it was a big change, I had only lived in one house and now I got to be in a new one. But soon after grade four had started October had fallen upon me and my family and we received the most devastating news.

"Granny is really sick girls."

We took a trip down to Winnipeg where everyone from my mums side of the family lived, except one of her sisters. We had to see my grandma, other known as Granny, before she had passed. Being a little nine year old I didn't really understand the aspect of going to see her "one last time" unlike the rest of my family. The trip was fun for me, I hung out with the whole family got to see my cousins and my aunt and uncle, everyone came to see Granny, which meant everyone came to see me.

The trip lasted us a week and I was so glad I got to spend time with my favorite grandma before she passed because not even two weeks after we returned home from our trip we received the phone call that she had passed in her sleep. I don't really remember how I felt or how everyone else felt I just remember going back to Winnipeg a few weeks later to attend her celebration of life.

So many people cried and I sat there thinking how pretty the flowers were and when was this gonna be over. If I could relive those moments I would've gotten up and spoke for her, told the room full or mournful people the stories about her, making everyone laugh and smile. Like how she wouldn't allow us to watch Hannah Montana so we would wake up before she did so we could watch the show and she would never know. She was such an amazing lady but she lived a beautiful life and I'm so happy I got to say goodbye to her.

So finally we had moved into our new house we had dealt with our Grandma's passing and all should've been good, but it wasn't. You see grade four wasn't just a year of personal traumas it also had the worst elementary school experience EVER. I had a teacher, who we will call Ms, Pep, she was the worst teacher I've ever had. This lady HATED me, and yes I get it maybe I just thought she hated me but trust me this lady must've had something against me because she made my life a living hell. Now I don't remember much from grade four as I have blocked most of it out but I do remember leaving class crying almost all the time, having my mum yell at me for something I didn't do even though Ms, Pep said I did.

The only two real memories I have from that class are when I had a dentist appointment in the morning, which my mum had called the school about and everything, and I got to school and Ms, Pep handed me a pop quiz. She exclaimed that we had done a lesson this morning that had a pop quiz after and told me to complete it on my own. I then told her "Ms. Pep I wasn't here this morning. How am I supposed to do this quiz? I don't know what I'm doing?" Ms. Pep scoffed at me and told me to figure it out on my own then followed with saying, "That's why you don't fake sick to get out of class." I spent the rest of the class crying and writing down nonsense on the paper, I then received a call home later that evening about my "behavior" in class.

My other memory from that class is when Ms. Pep told the class to go sit on the carpet and be silent as she had to grab something from her desk. I coughed and Ms. Pep looked over at us and yelled "Who did that? Was it you Harley?"

"No it wasn't me!"

"Don't lie to me Harley, go to your desk right now!"

I spent the resk of that class sulking and thinking about how I rather sit in a chair at a desk than sit on the floor. I also tared up a whole eraser because I refused to listen to Ms. Pep talk. So later that day guess what happen, I got a call home to my parents.

Now a days my mum explains 2012, the year all of this went down, the worst year to ever happen in her life. Yes it was horrible for me too and after that I honestly didn't think there was much else that could really happenand for while it got better. I had awesome teachers, I had awesome friends and nothing bad was really happening, but soon that all ended when grade seven stared.