In middle school I was bullied for being a bookworm, people would tease me, take my book away, and sometimes they would even beat me up. It got worse as the years went by, more beatings and more teasing. In the seventh grade I was diagnosed with depression and it has gotten worse ever since. At the end of eighth grade we decided to move to America for a fresh …show more content…
They were a mere whisper but were loud enough to for him to hear. I don’t know what came over me at that moment but it gave me hope and I didn’t want to give up anymore.
~~~ Dinner that night was interesting, for the first time, I’d say in about two weeks, we all ate together, well we all sat together. About a year ago I almost fully stopped eating. Now my parents have to make me eat as much as I can take or I just won’t eat. Now you may be thinking. wouldn’t you get hungry after a while? Well, at first I was then after awhile I just got used to it. “How was your trip to the grocery store Iris?” My mother questioned with a look of hope in her eyes. This happens everytime I go to the grocery store. She’ll ask how it went, hoping that I made a new friend, but I always answer with a shrug. This time was different though. “Interesting...I guess.” I murmured while mushing up the little dinner I had.
“Interesting? That’s new.” My father replied with a look of surprise spread across his features.
“What happened? Did you make a friend? Meet a cute boy!?” My mother asked as glee took over her …show more content…
We love you and we want you to get out of this state you are in.” Mother reassured getting up to give me a hug. I hug her back and make my way to my room to have a good think about today's events. That night I decided that I would visit the garden and maybe plant some flowers. ~~~
That morning I woke up early to go buy flower seeds and visit the garden. Both my parents were asleep still so I taped a piece of paper on the wall explaining where I was going. My hope is that I get there early enough so I don’t have to talk to anyone or that there is some people there.
I quickly was down the street to the home improvement shop, trying to avoid drug dealers, gang members, and the homeless people’s cry for help. I made it safely to the home improvement shop and bought a shovel, watering can, and a bag of rose seeds. I choose roses because in my favorite book, Beauty and the Beast by Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, the rose is a very important part of the story.
It took me a little bit to find the garden but I found it. The garden had a welcoming and safe aura to it. Slowly I walked around trying to find an empty spot. As I walked around I saw many different plants, plants of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. There were tomatoes, goldenrod, guavas, and many more plants. After about five minutes I finally found a empty