Middle school, no one like it that much, there are so many reasons not to like it and this is why i despised it.

I never really had good friends that i trusted with my personal feelings and life. I told my very best friend about something really embarrassing about myself and i expected her to keep it quiet. Boy was i wrong. She told my entire grade about it and then eventually the entire school know about one of my most embarrassing moment but i managed to got through that year because i had my sister to protect me and stop them from hurting me too much.

I still had to go back to that school the next year and it was worse no one would talk to me unless it was to verbally assault me so i almost stopped going to school entirely. It scared my parents so they got me a new therapist because i did not trust my current one and she told me i had major anxiety. The next day my mom went to my school again to tell my principle what was going on but she did not want to admit that there was any problem at her school so she just brushed it off again and said that i should come to school more and that i needed to buck up. She also said that they were just teasing me and that it was all fun and game, "don't take it so seriously" she said. How can you not take it seriously when it's all about you and you had no one at the school to stand up for you. It lonely and hard so i became depressed and had suicidal though almost every day and could barely wake up in the mornings.

Who i'm, where am I. I don't remember anything. I am stranded by trees on all sides. I started walking forword and I steped on somthing and so i look at it and juped back for the hoafing sight that I saw. It was a body of a teenage girl with brown sholder laenth hair black pants and tall boots. She was deid with all of her guts lined up next to her like it was a puzzle.

The red smile stretched across its face. It's pale face dripping with blood from it's fresh kill, this time it was a little boy about five or six, he had little brown hair and a polo shirt with khaki pants that were cover in the dark red color of his own blood . The little boy's guts were ripped out of him like somthing a rabid dog would do. the clown stood up with its polkadotted outfit covered in blood splaters and holding the little boy's heart in its hand. Then the thing turned slowly towards me and its smile grow as its eyes met mine.