School Days

Chapter 1: Depression

~Chapter 1~

Let's begin at where it all started to crash down to it's lowest point. Oh, how miserable I was! At that time, I absolutely hated school. It may have even been what caused my problems, in the first place!

Okay, so we were in English class back in the 6th grade. We had just returned from lunch, and the 9 other students in my class trudged in. Lucas and Joshua walked in first after me, side by side, and then Nick walked in, scribbling in his notebook. Cody and Alex walked in, yapping on about the football game that night (And other things that I don't care about!). Sherri walked in, and everyone flinched. She shot each of them a threatening glare, and sat down in her seat.

Then, finally, she walked in.

She was considered the most popular girl in our grade. I never knew why, though, since she only hung out with Ava. But she definitely made people feel inferior. I don't remember her name, so I just call her Flower, mainly because she never goes a day without a daisy in her wavy, black hair.

Lola - my twin sister, mind you - sat herself down beside me. She eyed Flower, grinned, and turned to face me.

"Isn't she awesome or what?" Lola mused.

"Sure," I said sarcastically, pretending to tremble with excitement. "Because that giant daisy's a real deal-breaker!"

"But still," Lola insisted. "She's popular, pretty, awesome, most likely to be queen of England..."

I rolled my eyes and ignored the rest of my twin's lecture. I loved Lola and all, but she'd just talk and talk and talk and talk...Where does she get it from? Not me, obviously.

I pulled out my green notebook from my desk. I flipped open the college-ruled spiral to the first page, where a picture was placed. Tears choked up in my throat.

Macy, I thought, trying my hardest not to cry.

My best friend Macy and I were pictured together, holding hands and smiling. Things were so carefree back then. We thought our friendship would last forever, that nothing could separate us...Or so we thought.

Lola looked over at me, blubbering like a baby, and sighed.

"It's okay, girl." She told me half-heartedly, draping her arm over my shoulder. "Let it out."

Sobbing, I collapsed into her waiting arms.

"Why did she have to move away to...to New York???" I moped, drying my tears with my silly-band clad arms.

"It's okay," Lola repeated. "As long as you have me here to protect you, you'll survive."

I smiled. It's good to have a twin!