Origin death

High school had offically started, and everything was the same at first, but I had steeled myself, and slowly fathered courage and separated myself from my past.

They still don't care for me, they still are dismissive about me, they still slightly mock me.

Though it is only from time to time, at first I'd get a little worried when they do come, ignore them, and become happy, when my new friends, don't join them, instead they snort and ignore them, sometimes they look at me in pity, but I ignore it and continue my way.

But instead of mellowing in shame, I had to ignore themr, I can't keep mellowing over with them, if I do I would never get anywhere.

My grades started to improve, I went from a 2.1 to a 3.6, I started to become more disciplined.

As Les Brown suggested, I started. comeptetting with my other peers giving every single day my all, as he had said, tommarow isn't promised. He was right tommarow wasn't promised, I could die at any second.

"I started writing fanfiction, to help with my grammar, and to pour my imagination into it so I won't get all hyperactive and weird, because of daydreaming.

I made a schedule, and I used it to organized my time in the day.

It was unfortunate, that some of the people what still doing what they were doing in the past.

Its like they could never grow up, some did trhemr do and they do grow up and become mature, but others still do the same things as they did back then, or y to anyway.

I don't let that get to me.

I watched and saw them get at me a couple of times, trying to humiliate me.

Its funny cause my friends that I have made would glare at them, and defend me.

They would back off, only for a moment.

My parents were proud at what I had become, and what I had grown into, they would tell me and express it everyday.

I had a job, I had just recently gotten, and so was going to pay them back for all of my troubled and wasted money they spent on me due to my depression, no matter how much they refused or try to protest.

They keep saying that becoming successful was enough for them to be happy.

In other words me having a loving a happy life is what they want from me that is all they could ever ask for.

Truely, I couldnt ask for better parents

Knowing that I had done, that I had eased my guilt and my pain that had been pressuring me.

I still have scars, but I am not alone in these scars, Other people have the same and have expierienced similar problems.

I had created a meeting, that helps the people, so we can discuss it, and help those who are suffering, similar to me and them.

I of course had to encourage others, and help them encourage them to come and join.

I had to tell them to do it discreetly, not in a way that would just make them uncomfortable and have them run off.

Make it so they would gladly come, and join us, to help decrease the depression rate that is amongst the school.

Another year had passed away, and freshman season was over, I was in the summer

Unfortuantely the fan fiction that I had written had gotten three stars. as the execution was terrible.

I decided to create a new story and listen to the critics nagging.

Unfortunately it was that same summer in which I had also had gotten fired from my first job.

I had spent he entire summer looking for another, although a lot didn't respond back I for accepted to another at the last month.

Had to do an interview, she was impressed and I was accepted, but I frowned.

I had realized that had I not been fired, I could have been making a lot of money the entire time.

School is back up and I had started my sophmore year, not so great, but I had wormed back up. and I was back in position a few weeks before thanksgiving.

It was then was a time I had tried out for sports, I did track and feild and afterwards I did baseball.

I admit I wasn't fast, nor strong enough, but I had eventually grown to love the sport.

The people who were there were awesome to be around, and we were really helping eachother get better.

Unfortunately there would always be that one guy and that guy was on the same team as I was.

That guy and me, we would always be at odds with eachother, though it would be more casual than what I had described it too be.

He would still, Look at me in disgust, do rude geustures, or just flat out ignore me when I am talking or not.

I am saying to think that something happened in my pastlife or I for some bad luck.

I was not going to let one person get to me and have me ruin a lot of relationships so I just ignored him.

Much to my amusement he was not happy with my decision, and was becoming more and more angry.

Unfortunately my amusement switched to weariness as he started to become more agressive towards me.

I decided to just flat out ignore him and just focus on my path ahead.

Fortunately for me, the aggressive behavior did not go unoticed by my teamates and sensei's.

He was warned at first that if would continue doing this, he would be off the team, and be sent to counselling.

Fortunately for me he scoffed at them, and continued doing what he was doing, causing him to be kicked off of the team and be sent to counselling.

He didnt leave without a fit though.

At the end of that day, I was walking home with a content smile.on my face, unfortunately that smile was wiped off my face when I had heard a loud boom following after I hadfelt a big spike of pain and my eyes became blurry.

I looked down and saw my shirt covered in blood, I looked back up to see that same guy.

I lost a lot of strength due to the amount of blood loss and fe'll to my knees violently.

"Why?" I croaked out coughing out blood.

He just gave me a cruel smile, before he raised his gun towards my head and shot me again, twice, my world went black.