High school, the best four years of one's life. Haha, what a joke! My "best four years" have been a big emotionless void filled with nothing but let downs. During my Freshman year, my parents got divorced, following with a custody battle ending with me living with mom full time. My dad became depressed, turning to drugs as a coping mechanism- which really ended horribly for him. I have not seen him in about 23 months- not that I really wanted to anymore. Sophomore year was equally as terrible. My best friend of 15 years was involved in a fatal car accident, killing her and her family along with the woman in the other car. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
*Flashback*
"Mil, come her for a moment"
I could tell by the way my mom had spoken that something was going on.
I laid my pencil down and walked down the hallway of the double-wide that we lived in.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"I'm so sorry sweety"
"Mom, what?!"
"She's gone honey, Ally is gone"
"W-what do you mean she's gone? Like she moved away mom? Please do not tell me what I think happened, happened mom...plea-"
"I am so sorry millie, she is gone"
*end flashback*
The woman in the other car was texting and driving and ran a red light, smashing into Ally's small car That held three people. That day tore me apart, more than losing my dad. My depression worsened that year. Like the way my dad turned to drugs, I turned to cutting myself. One day I just couldn't take it anymore. I ended up in the hospital with my mom in tears. I promised her I would never hurt myself again and to this day I have kept my promise.
Junior Year, third year of hell.
I didn't have friends, nobody being good enough for me after Ally and her family passed. I was called the "loner" and everybody left me alone. Well, except for the bullying I often experienced from those who were "so much better than me." The bullying progressed throughout the year, more people joining in to help torture me. I've gotten used to it, though.
Here I am. Senior year at Ridgeview High. Approximately 182 days until it was all over. I could leave the state, I could go to college at a place I loved doing what I loved. 182 more days until I could get away from my hometown in Maine, or as I call it- Paine. 182 more days....
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