Ruined

"Ok, guys. Don't forget, you'll be assigned partners this Monday. Try to socialize outside of school. Get to know one another." Ms. Livingston tried to aware us, before we had walked out.

I know I'm not one bit nervous about my partner choice. The old hag always hooks me up with Jake anyway. Well, she might not this time. Not unless she was mad about the gum in the hair, otherwise everything would be just fine between us. Thats right, I haven't told you yet, Diary. Last Thursday, Livingston told me to 'spit my gum out', and I flat out refused. So she picked up her phone, and threatened to call my parents. So I got up, and as she was turned away from the class, to her phone, I took the gum from my mouth, and stuck it in her wig. I walked out of the class before she'd noticed, but I knew she'd be pissed.

So my week had been pretty decent, until that day when I got suspended for disrespecting an authority. Well 'til next time Diary.

Keely

"Keely, you're back!" My besty Shane said, as she approached me with a hug."I can't believe Livingston got you suspended, she's such a-"

"Why, hello girls!" Ms. Livingston came to greet us.

"Hi Ms. Livingston. That dress looks lovely on you." Shane, always a teachers pet.

"Why thanks Shenae." Thats her real name, but she hates it, hints the reason I call her Shane.

Livingston did nothing but scowl at me before she walked away. Like its my fault she's single.

Actually, I don't blame her. I never use to be like this. In fact, 3 years ago I was your average, everyday goody goody.

I don't doubt for one second that my attitude hasn't changed, but it wasn't really my choice.

What happened was during my sophomore year, there was this guy. He was my absolute best friend for two years. When he told me he was moving, I swear I broke down in tears. We actually started dating for a day before he really had to leave. So the last day, he left his "RV" just to come tell me goodbye. He swung open the door to video lab, took me in his arms and kissed me for the first time. I know it sounds sappy, but it so wasn't. This isn't an infatuation people. This was love.

When he left, my behavior of course changed within the first week of his absence. I started feeling depressed. Like I had nothing to get me through the day. I had no reason to go to school, no reason to be on this planet, no reason to be alive. But I didn't want to feel that way anymore. I didn't want scars on my wrists, and arms. Worst of all, the only known solution I could think of was drugs. About a month after he'd left, I met a druggie that stayed outside of the Food Mart in Pickford. I guess he read my emotion, and just suggested I try some weed. Once I got hooked, it just didn't seem to be enough, so I got into meth. The side affects of that stuff were obvious to my mom. She sent me off to rehab, and cried her eyes out for 3 months.

Today I'm a semi better person. I don't cut, I don't do drugs, and I don't have my bipolar outbursts in class or at home either. I do still cry every time my brain decides to make me mentally imagine him in my mind. To think the man I loved, was doing all of these horrible things to me. Phil Diffy is the one who ruined my life.