The next Monday no one would talk to Remmy. Every class she went to everyone was talking about her. Remmy felt like bursting in to tears every single day that went by. On Thursday Remmy got a text from Brianna that said "Listen... You need to stay out of my business... Stop calling me names and talking about my new friends. You also need to stop telling people that your going to fight me... Next time you want to say something say it to my face."
He of course drove it home to save my mother and me I the anxiety, but we learned later that there was no substantial damage to the car, and my father fixed the cosmetic issues and later did exactly what he was intending to do in the first place;, he flipped it for more money than he bought it for. This was the first car accident that I have ever been in that I had some part in causing, and for some (large) amount of months following I refused to get in the driver’s seat of a car. I saw the mistake as the end of my driving career, and my mother was quite okay with me not driving. But, the rest of my family was a bit more stubborn, and I was back driving just under a year later, much to my and my mother’s dismay. Looking back on it, I don’t regret what happened or that I took so long to start driving again.
I had always wanted to do cheerleading and this was my moment to do it. I unfortunately choked up and didn’t make it on that team. Instead of giving up I choose to keep practicing. I decided to join another team outside of school to improve my skills. My new goal was to make it to my high school cheer team.
I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.
I thank God every day for this gift and to forgive me, I will not be able to raise her. It feels like she is growing everyday Inside of me, she started kicking last week. I think John found out that I am pregnant, I didn’t tell him because I thought he would get upset. Ever since the affair, we have not been as close. When it’s time for me to get killed the baby is going to get raised with John, but I know he will love her and raise her well.
Personally, I am not the type to get excited over positive results, but this occasion was remarkably unique. My response was to literally jump up and down with glee before floating over to my door, sliding down the stairs, and telling my mom that I made it. For the rest of the night I felt euphoric; nothing could drag me down. One extremely intense month of practice and I achieved what I thought was initially impossible. Based on this, I formed a fresh outlook on challenges: I can accomplish anything I set my sights on so long as I work for it with everything I have.
I am a spiritual person so when all of this happened I really began to pray. I never went to therapy for it though it would have been a good ideal. I had to deal with this on my own. After my daughter was born things got better. My parents absolutely adore her.
Trying to make new friends when everyone already knew each other was a laborious task. I was the ultimate outcast. Plus, my face wasn’t the happiest so no one really approached me. The first day was really lonely. I remember texting my best friend from my last school and just wanted to start crying because I missed her so much.
The dreaded wall it petrifies others makes them not want to go outside for recess or show up to school that day or the next day. I was once one of those kids who were scared to go outside for recess or show up to school the next day numerous times. I was nervous the first day I got sent to the wall I ran away from all the teachers so they couldn't find me at all, but they ended up finding me in the middle of the tubes which sucked. They almost considered detention or sending me down to my mom’s room to tell her what I did which was bad for because that meant a place where I didn't want to go to. First grade was the year I got sent to the wall and ran away.
That was how I learned to drive, it was a nightmare but luckily I made it out alive. I still don 't think I’m a good driver but I have stopped crashing so much, from the first time I attempted to drive to now. Although one thing never really came my freedom, I was only allowed to drive to school and to the store to run errands for my mom. She put the track my phone on my phone to make sure I went to school and came out when I was supposed to after I got caught leaving early one day. I was eager to drive for no good reason if now I wish I could have my own chauffeur but that’s never going to happen.