Depressed Quote #6962077
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My depression is killing me
My depression is killing me
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posted February 14, 2014 at 12:27pm UTC tagged with depressed, dead, stop, inspirational
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- Alcohol. Chapter 2 I went to talk to the teacher and he explained the class and what their daily routine was. He told me if I wanted to I could dress but it wasn't required. I decided to change anyway and went into the empty locker room. I changed quickly into yoga shorts and a sports bra. I slipped on my black nikes, put on a zip up hoodie and walked out of the locker room. "BREE START RUNNING LAPS." My teacher screamed at me as soon as I walked into the gym. "YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO GET READY PRINCESS. NO MORE. NO LESS." I looked surprised as I took off my hoodie and started running. I saw all eyes on me as I ran around the track. The coach stopped us all after 10 minutes of running. He told us to gather to the center of the gym. "Boys. This is Bree. She's going to be training with us this semester because there is no girls weight training class. Keep your hormones down, she's just a girl." He continued to talk and looked around, "Bree. I understand from your record that you're quite the athlete. So I'm going to pair you up with Jeff. Jeff raise your hand." A tall, dark haired guy with deep blue eyes and a dark tan raised his hand and smiled, "Jeff. There's your partner. Show her what to do. Boys- I mean everybody, go do your daily routines. Come back in 30 for stretching." He clapped his hands and everybody ran off to the weight room. "Hi. I'm Jeff." The guy said walking towards me. I smiled, "Bree. So where are all the girls?" He laughed, "No girl at our school can handle this type of training. Most of them do dance or cheer." I nodded, "Wow. How hard is this class?" I asked. He smiled, "Every guy in here is a wrestler, football player or both." "What are you?" "I'm both. Football quarterback and wrestling captain. What sports do you play?" "I'm a cheerleader and dancer. I've been doing gymnastics since I was 3. I play soccer and softball, basketball. And in the summer I swim." He looked surprised, "That's where your rock hard abs come from." He said looking down. I smiled, "I like being active." "Lets go into the weight room." We walked away from the matt towards an ab machine. "So, where are you coming here from?" He asked. "Michigan." "That's far. Here, hop grab onto the bar." He said pulling a bar down towards me. I grabbed onto it and started pulling myself up. I did 2 sets of 10 before stepping down. "I'm impressed. I haven't met a girl who can even pull herself up once." He said with an appreciative smile. I smiled and he pulled himself up on the bar and did the same thing. "I can handle this. It's not hard." I shrugged my shoulders. "Well. Let's give you a challenge then." He led me towards a machine. "Place your legs here, twist your body and grab onto that bar. Do that for each side. I'll support your back." I looked at the machine and let my ankle grip the bar, I felt Jeff's warm hands on the small of my back. I started twisting around the bar. I felt my abs burning as I got higher and higher, I was half way there before I stopped. "I quit." I said trying to catch my breathe. Jeff grabbed my hips and helped me off the bars. I collapsed on the floor with my hands on my abs. He laughed, "You didn't even finish it off. It would of gotten a thousand times worse." I shook my head, "Never again." He had a water bottle and I took a huge swig, "It's time to go get changed though. See you later Bree." He said walking away. I limped towards the locker room and got ready for the rest of the school day. I was completely sore as I walked out of the room. The bell rang a few moments later and I looked at my schedule. My next class was right around the corner from the gym. I walked in and heard a voice behind me, "Have you been following me?" sorrry about the long wait to write baes, it'll be good (: http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_155/set?id=111015738
- Alcohol. Chapter 3 I looked up to see Jeff walking behind me. "Well Jeff, if I was following you why are you behind me?" I winked at him and walked away towards my teacher. "Hi, I'm Bree." I said giving my teacher a bright smile. "But of course! I'm Mr. Montgomery. It's the first day of the new semester so take a seat and you'll learn more. There's a seat in the back left corner if that's okay with you." I smiled and nodded, "Great. Thanks," I said walking away. I walked into the row and in the second seat in the row next to mine was Jeff. I ignored him and walked towards the back. Mr. Montgomery taught English 11. We had to read To Kill A Mocking Bird and Antigone this semester. I had read those last year in my AP English 10 class. So it was going to be repetitive, boring. He handed the books down the row and then talked more about the semester. What felt like hours later the bell rang. I gathered up all my stuff and walked out. The rest of the day went by quickly, I was in my 7th hour class when a familiar face walked towards me. "Well, Hi there." He said sitting down next to me. I smiled, "Hey." "So, you should give me your cell phone number." He said bluntly. I gave him a look, "Why?" I asked. "Because there's a bonfire tonight and people want you there so they can meet you." He said. I leaned back and crossed my arm, "Oh. Why would they want me there?" I asked. He smiled and let out a laugh, "Because you're hot. Now then princess, whats your number?" He said pulling out his phone. I typed my number into his phone and then he shot me a text message. "Hey ;)". "Winky face," I said, "Very original." He laughed and then turned to face the teacher. Math. Boring, difficult, annoying, stressful. He passed out books and told us our materials for the class. Time dragged on for hours when the final bell rang. I gathered up my stuff and walked accross the street into the junior lot. The hot valley sun was flashing down on my back. I threw my stuff into the back seat and turned the air conditioning on high and drove home. When I got into my house, no one was home but there was a note from my step mom. "Dinners in the over for you. Sorry, emergency business trip. Your lunches are packed for the rest of the week and theres money in the cabinet. Love you lots xox Adrina." I grabbed my food from the oven and sat in the lonely dark kitchen, I figured both of them would be out of town at some poimt. I was on my phone when someone called me, a number I didn't know. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey," I recognized Jeff's voice. "Oh sorry. I forgot to put your name in my contacts." I said. "It's no problem. Be ready at 7 tonight." He said. "Why?" I asked. "The f//cking bonfire." "Oh. Yeah sure whatever, I'll be ready." I looked at the clock, 5:30. "I'm gonna go get ready. Text me how to get there." "ok, bye." he said as the line went dead. I went into my room and showered quickly. I left the shower and started doing my hair. At around 6:30 I checked my phone. He sent me directions and told me to wear a bathing suit. I finished up my hair then started getting ready. I put on a yellow, push up bathing suit top with white bottoms and studded, distressed jean shorts. I put on my white flip flops, grabbed a beach bag and some money, then locked my house and left. I followed the simple directions to the beach and got out. It was 7:15. "Hey you're late." the title is going to come into play a lot in the next chapter. sorry for not posting fast outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=113470294
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