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In every relationship youll have fights. Youll have arguments. In some even heart brake.but what makes each relationship diffirent from the last? From the next one? I dont know but it seems like im getting closer to the answer. Whaether its the answer i want i cant tell yet. To be honest idont know what im looking for but i know its close.

 A little about me im a 14 year old girl with a brain and heart much to extravagant for my own good. what do i mean by that. Im only 14 i should be learning prealgbra not reading collage algebra books. And for the heart i just end up caring way to much. Yeah i know thats what evry girl my age says, but do you ever take time to acctually listen to them. I bet the answer is no WEll all im asking is for you to keep reading and listen to what i say. well with introductions finshed ill just start my story at about my first grade year.

First Grade the year ive been waiting for my whole life the year i finnally got to go to school for a full day. i dont rember much but i do rember little random parts. i rember this one kid named JR. He had long, straight, black hair that i was always jeluous of. i had a crush on him for years to come. he was diffirent then all the other kids. he was the only kid that always wore black. evryday. it always intrigued me, i think thats partly why i liked him. One day i asked my grandma if i could eat breakfast at school but she said no. i had heared rumors that he ate breakfast at school each day so i keept bugging my grandma untill finally she let me. so the next morning i got dressed and we went to school early. i walked in with a tummy ach as i called it then and was about to the hall you turned down to go to my class room and i saw him with his long hair and beutiful eyes. i had no clue what to do so i paniched and turned down the hall to go to class.he gave me a funny look , i think because he knew we were not to go to class early but i just couldent walk past him. That day started a chain reaction of events for my life. since that day i always payed attenchn to him to see if he was doing the same. when we were learning how to write evry time the teacher would make us pick up our pens and put them sky hight i would always sneek peaks at him. I had no clue what was going on in my heart so i always kept it to my self. i slowly noticed i was altering my life with out knowing it. i would lie to teacher just so i could turn in my book the same day as he did. the teacher would ask "how close are you to finishing your book this time"  And i would answer "one page" then the next day id say "one stence" "one word" "one letter" It got to the point where i would take weeks to finish a five page picture book. thats all i really rember from first grade but as the years go on i rember more and more.

  Second grade The  year no one noticed me but one person. Her name was mariah and she was my best friied. she was there with me throught everything. I dont know why but no one ever liked me even at that age they would tease me and yeah i was younge and all but when your whole school points out every flaw you have it affects people no matter there age. mariah she helped me throught the bullying that i was pu throught. To be honest my second grade year was so bad i blocked most of it out of memmorry. as a resolt i dont rember that much. i know i was the only girl with curly hair and no one understood why it always looked uncombed. I always tried to tell them but i could never get them to listen.eventally i got used to it and started to ignore it. that left a lot of room for school. we were writing letters to the teachers son becase he was in the army and we were only sposted to write one letter but the day when she was sending them out she had more them ther were students. She started to freak out a little at first but then she read the letters and was offering an award for who ever wrote them. i thought that when she said write one letterr i thought she meant one a day. i had writen all those extra letters and she had no clue she still dosent know. Slowly she let students come up and claim the letters they had writen . She called us up in alphabetacal order so i was going to be one of the frist people to go up. I had seconds to decid if i claim the letters as mine or just take on i had writen. when my name was called i only toke one. with all the teasing a bullying that waas taking place i learned not to draw attenchen to myself. As i watched the other students go up i noticed that slowly the extra letters i had written were dissapering and being claimed. it was as if evertone knew the person that wrote them didnt want them. i kenw from that point on i had to keep more than what i was to my self. at this point in my life ididnt know how to read chapter books. i knew everyone else did so i tought myself at home and kept up the act of not being able to read that well.

Thrid grade This was my third year of school and i knew how it was going to go i would be bullyed and every one would blame every little thing on me. I recall the first day worryed that the only person i ever had for a friend wouldent be there. but she was. I was so happy but i also felt badshe was friends with the popular grils but she chose to hang out with me and i thought i was aslways in her way. even thought she didnt mean to she sorta helped me depression become more suriver.she also helped it. third grade is one of the hardst years for me to rember because this was the year i started to cut. yeah i said it my depression got so survier i stared to cut. i didnt tell anybody. ifigured that if anybody knew me they would see the change in the way i acted but apparenty i was wrong. no on noticed and i didnt know what to do. eventally i found i could block out a lot of the pain of life if i just played video games or just read. i got really good at mario that year and when w took our reading tests mine took over a week. at first my parents were worred about why my test was taking so long but they didnt know how good at reading i got in the past two years when my tests were done all the teachers looked at me diffrentally. they asked me if i knew why my test took so long and i said because i cant read that well. and they said i read at suck a hight level that they had to go to the high school to get the advants test for high schoolers.my parents were astonished and said that they did all that work to help me read. i felt sick them all that work. they had no clue what i was going through and what i did and they were saying it was all them. my reading grade did go up but my math grade was still low. to make matters worst my only friend was moving. she moved and i never say her again

 Fourth grade the 

Author's Note

i havent finished yet but im going to add more latter. yeah spelling bad so is the grammor but i just wanted to get this story out there it seemed like a good idea. no this is not about anybody real but it dose have some real details from my life althought most are not real.

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[vikanwriterbrighton]

i loved i feel like i know these people i agree spelling and detail could have work done and i was wondering if you whent to vikan middle school in brighton co beause i feel like i know you from some where