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I was trying to get some sleep last night, but I couldn't. I dunno why. Then all of the sudden, one of my memories from middle school started playing itself again in my head. One of the stupidest (and prolly horrible) things I think I've done was back in the seventh grade. I'll never forget that year.
I had only lived in Virginia for almost two years and I didn't like it. I was all depressed and the like. Also, there was a bunch of s**t going on in my house,too, that I had no control over. I was having one of those many days where I felt like ending it all, so I wrote a note to my best friend and told her my situation. I also mentioned that I wanted to kill myself that night. She looked back at me and gave me one of those "What the ********?" looks. I guess prolly because it didn't seem like me.
I don't know how seriously she took me. The next morning, I completely forgot that I had written that note and stayed home from school with a fever. Looking back at that, I think I would've been better off having gone to school with a fever. I went back the day after and everyone was staring at me. I kept hearing everyone whisper things like, "I thought she was dead." or "Didn't she kill herself." or the smartasses saying "It's a ghost!"
That afternoon I was sent to my counselor...omfg...She told me that two of my friends were worried and went to her. So for about a week and a half I had to talk to her. What I liked the most was when she said that "What is said here, stays here." MY a**! After the third session, I walk in the door just as my mom hangs up the phone. She turns to me and says "Your counselor just called."
All I could think was, "That ******** b***h."
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