Chapter 2
I got in the car and sighed, "what's wrong chick? I know you hate going into hospital but it's making you better isn't it," i shook my head, I hated hospital.
We drew up at my school, "I'm just going to tell mr Battern your going to be off again for a while," mum said getting out the car, I sighed, this was the second time I had been in year 8, I was in hospital for more then half of the school year last year.
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The more you learn, the more you learn, The more you know, the more you forget, The more you forget, the less you know, So....why learn?
Chapter 4.
Y am I the only one posting at the moment apart from @tattyteddy ????.
Soooooooooooooo excited!. I might b going to my bffs house for a sleepover at Saturday!. Yay!. It will b the 1st time I've slept round hers!.
Chapter 6 I started to have a speaking phycologist every day at 1pm which was for an hour, I could now talk but the only problem I had left was writing, I wonder how I'm going to tackle that.
Chapter 7 It's all become worse then imaginable.
If you want people to remember you the way you were, make sure you get the right writing on your epitaph. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved.
I don't think it's normal to contemplate suicide every single day and constantly have to talk yourself out of it..
Chapter 3 I hated mr Battern, he was an old, cunning, evil man. If we missed 1 homework we got detention unless our teacher was nice, (miss Bunting).
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