Go Ahead, Jump

Chapter I: The Start

I began to search for my pencils when I came back from the bathroom. The other kids were laughing as they could tell I was looking for it.
At that moment I turned around to Hannah, the school bitch.

"Look at this ugly hoe, she wears her outfits as ugly as her face..." She said.
"Oh my God Hannah! Haha," her friend Skylar said, "how do you expect to get a boyfriend looking like that Kalyna?"

At that moment, the unexpected happened, and Maria, the girl who had been sick all day, threw up all over me.
I felt like I was in a movie being made fun of when we were in third grade. The pointing of fingers where the vomit was ejected, made me cry. Laughter slowly raised into the sounds of demonic cries that were aroused with negative comments such as
"Go drink a bottle of bleach!" Or, "kill yourself..."
Those comments could hurt someone ya know? But why the hell would they care. Why would anyone care.

The moment my teacher walked back in the classroom, the laughter went quiet causing my cries to be very noticeable. Wouldn't someone feel
Bad to make someone cry at that point? Come on. These people are cold, but who gives a shit now. Im done I can't handle this anymore. I'm not your typical "depressed, bullied, emo girl." I have manic depression, causing my moods to swing rapidly from good to bad. I am on medication, and it gives me migraines, which is really hard to cope with. I also have bad anxiety. Im not depressed, I have bipolar issues. Im not emo, I'm stuck in anxiety attacks. Stop stereotyping people like me.

I want to go home. I want to go home and leave this school so badly, but my mother was bullied in high school and she believes if she can make it, than I can too. And for that dumbass theory. I have suicidal temptations. Just because I am bullied and have manic depression, and anxiety, then I will be fine. No. The cases I have are extremely deadly. Manic depression can kill your personality. It could kill your state of mind. Never could you think the way you did before.

The fact that I didn't have wearable clothes, changed her mind to think that I should come home. Why else would you not come home after having throw up launched at you. What the hell, why is my day so bad. Why can I not just have a nice school day for once. Noone seems to like me, but the only reason is because their were rumors about the fact I was satanist. "
No. No. No. Im not satanist, and why are you asking me..?"
This is 4 statements I repeated over and over again. Noone believed me. I lost friends, I lost shoulders to lean on when needed. Everything in the school that I could possibly enjoy being social, well, was ruined. Thats my whole start. Im Kalyna Weathers, sophomore at Weldon High, diagnosed with manic depression, anxiety, and phobias.

End of Chpt I