3. The Depressed One
The next few weeks of school it got worse and worse. More bullying more abuse and even more cuts. I used to sit anywhere in class and actually do my work. Now It's the very last chair, and I'm failing. And Michelle has an even bigger alliance. I don't understand why I let myself get treated this way.
I guess I am just to weak to stand up to her. And I don't have anyone to back me up. It's gotten so bad that everyone calls me, even some of the teachers call me, "The Depressed One." I don't know what to do. In class all I do is lay my head down and cry. I refuse to eat, or smile. I officially hate myself.
I went home today and we got new neighbors. I'm not much of a talker so I just kept my distance. My foster mom told me to clean the entire house before 8:00 that meant I had 2:00 hours. She said if I didn't clean it I had sleep on the porch.
While I was cleaning I noticed that the neighbors had a son that looked my age. I wondered if we would get a new student at school. But I didn't think on it much I had to focus on cleaning. Luckily I finished just in time it started getting cold outside.
At school we did get a new kid. It was my new neighbor and was perfect. But He probably liked Michelle because she was "popular and pretty." But I didn't really care because I was "perfectly" fine with being alone.