Yesterday was weird why did detention boy say "your welcome" and how did people know i was in the hospital? what ever it was i didn't really care i was still concerned about going home. My brother told me that he was happy that i was coming back that he wanted a chance to make fun of me like he always did. He's so dumb. I prayed again. I dont know why but i did and it felt nice, the last time i prayed was when i was in the hospital for the first time. I told God to take the lead and help me in whatever my path was leading me to i don't think he heard me yet cause i dont see a sign and my angels have not come yet like those christmas angels in the movies that show you your past, present, and future. I dont know why but i have been depending on God ever since my butt landed in this hostipal.
Today was finally the day i'm going home a part of me wanted to cry a the other part felt like sunshine and rainbows my mom treated me like a baby for the next one week, the worst part was that i had to start school the week after that... ughh. It wasn't like i hated school or anything truth is i am afriad, afriad of the pain i would go through and the looks that people would give me, but most importantly i was afraid of how i would be treated. "Like there goes the girl was in the hospital ewww she probably had hospital disease". So much was going through my head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh", i screamed as my alarm woke me up today was the DAY.
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complicated
Teen FictionHe walks my way my heart beats fast I can't think to say I want this moment to last... but I just cant I know I can't...
