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I was fifteen I was depressed My parents were going through a divorce because of my stupid mother I was alone I didn’t want to be here anyht that I would never be good enough Not only for myself But for others They always seemed to be able to push ht forthat I could just walk out No one would notice Well,me, after I had told him to stop But here, in this school No one does what you say Either you stay away, and be an outcast Or you join them, to fit in

It was May ninth, of two-thousand-eleven I was in the fifth grade I didn’t knohat I was doing I didn’t knohat or where I was going All that I kneas that the train I was on, was never going to stop, and let me have a break

I watched the rest of ht Some were vocal, and then solish skill, ination compatibility I was able to create the most beautiful stories that people in my family, (My older brother, Isaac) said they had ever heard, or even read Isaac loved me He was always there for me Up until ere separated Isaac ith our dad, and I stayed with our mom