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One year later

It's been a year since my sisters death. I still haven't gotten over it. I don't think I ever will. Since that day I haven't been the same, naturally. How am I supposed to get over the death of an innocent little girl? How? Your answer, you can't. That's something you can never get over. Yeah sure I'll move on, but I will never get over the death of my sister. Not when I'm the one who was supposed to catch her before she ran across the road.
The bell finally rang and I take my time to get to first hour. People profusely judge me, whisper as I walk down the hall. All that jazz. And I honestly hate school, I'm always late. I'm pretty sure the teachers gave up on me at this point. I wouldn't surprised.
School has now become a living hell for me. After all my once best friends left me after the accident they all left because I was being so  "depressing"? Hell if I know. But I can't help it, my family is dead. I know I could've moved in with my grandparents but I couldn't leave the house we were once together. I couldn't. I just need to get through this year then I'll be fine. Hopefully.

Hope you guys are liking this so far. I'll right more soon. But right now I'm at a basketball game. I'll right soon. Promise😊

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