Rain forest Essay
Not only rain forest but other forests are very important parts of our everyday life. They supply oxygen for us which helps us breathe. Building roads in the rain forest is a horrible idea because if we were to build roads in the rain forest it would start to get polluted from all the cars that would go through there. With the pollution our source of oxygen would slowly start to get worse.
If there were to be roads in the rain forest it would cause lots of pollution. With there being cars in the rain forest it would make the air more polluted because of pipe exhaustion. There is also smoking. Just because there could be many signs saying not to smoke some people will still do it anyways. With the polluted air people would start to have a harder time breathing because there would be to many toxins in the air and the trees that supply us oxygen would start to die. Also, air pollution makes you more prone to lung cancer (2% of the US has lung cancer because of pollution).
Pollution is not the only reason that roads in the rain forest is a bad idea. With cars inside of the rain forest it makes it a higher risk for animals to get hit by cars. Even though most people would pay attention, some could be paying attention to something else and not be able to stop in time to not hit the animals. But, there is also the problem of people throwing their trash outside. Even though trash can be kept in peoples cars they would most likely throw it outside on the floor and at some point the animals will start eating the trash on the floor which can end up killing them
Even though roads in the rain forest seems like a bad idea some people may see it as an opportunity to make money. If there were to be roads in the rain forest it would most likely catch the attention of many tourists. For those people to be able to get onto the roads they would probably have to pay meaning the people who own the land would end up earning money.
Even though roads in the rain forest can provide money it is not worth it because what will they do when the rain forest is dead and they no longer have an attraction for people to look at. Even though people who own the property can make it they would just end up killing our environment. What side are you on?
If there were to be roads in the rain forest it would cause lots of pollution. With there being cars in the rain forest it would make the air more polluted because of pipe exhaustion. There is also smoking. Just because there could be many signs saying not to smoke some people will still do it anyways. With the polluted air people would start to have a harder time breathing because there would be to many toxins in the air and the trees that supply us oxygen would start to die. Also, air pollution makes you more prone to lung cancer (2% of the US has lung cancer because of pollution).
Pollution is not the only reason that roads in the rain forest is a bad idea. With cars inside of the rain forest it makes it a higher risk for animals to get hit by cars. Even though most people would pay attention, some could be paying attention to something else and not be able to stop in time to not hit the animals. But, there is also the problem of people throwing their trash outside. Even though trash can be kept in peoples cars they would most likely throw it outside on the floor and at some point the animals will start eating the trash on the floor which can end up killing them
Even though roads in the rain forest seems like a bad idea some people may see it as an opportunity to make money. If there were to be roads in the rain forest it would most likely catch the attention of many tourists. For those people to be able to get onto the roads they would probably have to pay meaning the people who own the land would end up earning money.
Even though roads in the rain forest can provide money it is not worth it because what will they do when the rain forest is dead and they no longer have an attraction for people to look at. Even though people who own the property can make it they would just end up killing our environment. What side are you on?
Indian Removal Act
In 1838 and 1839 U.S. troopers not only came to Cherokee land but other Indians lands to kick them off of there land and took them all to a different lands west of the Mississippi. This was known as the Trail of tears. The trail of tears was when approximately 60,000 Native Americans in the United States were forced off their land
Of the time President Jackson has in office he wanted Congress to approve of the Removal Act of 1830. The Act established a process whereby the President could grant land west of the Mississippi River to Indian tribes that agreed to give up their homelands. Even after Congress disapproved of Jackson’s plans the act still carried on anyway. Even though Indian Removal Act was unfair Jackson still thought this would bring benefit to both parties
The Cherokee tribe turned to the Supreme court when it came to fighting the removal act. In 1827 the Cherokee adopted a written constitution declaring themselves to be a sovereign nation. The Cherokee hoped that the status would help them keep their land but, when the Cherokee took their case to the Supreme Court, which ruled against them. After they had lost the case they were starting to get forced out of their land because they did not leave before the designated time. The Cherokee were not even allowed to gather all of their stuff. On the Trail of Tears about 4,000 Cherokees died of cold, hunger, and disease on their way to the western lands.
Even after all this time and all of the problems with the Indian Removal act some tribes are still struggling and fighting against the Indian removal act over so many years. The Indians did not deserve to be forced off their land. Even though Jackson said it would be beneficial to both parties it did not end up that way.
Work Cited
History.com Editors. "Trail of Tears." A&E Television Networks, November 9, 2009. https://www.history.com/topics/native-american-history/trail-of-tears
The Editors of Encyclopedia Britannica. "Indian Removal Act." Jul 20, 1998. https://www.britannica.com/event/westward-movement
Office of Historian "Indian Treaties and the Removal Act of 1830." No date found. https://history.state.gov/milestones/1830-1860/indian-treaties
https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/4p2959.html (couldn't find anything else.)
Of the time President Jackson has in office he wanted Congress to approve of the Removal Act of 1830. The Act established a process whereby the President could grant land west of the Mississippi River to Indian tribes that agreed to give up their homelands. Even after Congress disapproved of Jackson’s plans the act still carried on anyway. Even though Indian Removal Act was unfair Jackson still thought this would bring benefit to both parties
The Cherokee tribe turned to the Supreme court when it came to fighting the removal act. In 1827 the Cherokee adopted a written constitution declaring themselves to be a sovereign nation. The Cherokee hoped that the status would help them keep their land but, when the Cherokee took their case to the Supreme Court, which ruled against them. After they had lost the case they were starting to get forced out of their land because they did not leave before the designated time. The Cherokee were not even allowed to gather all of their stuff. On the Trail of Tears about 4,000 Cherokees died of cold, hunger, and disease on their way to the western lands.
Even after all this time and all of the problems with the Indian Removal act some tribes are still struggling and fighting against the Indian removal act over so many years. The Indians did not deserve to be forced off their land. Even though Jackson said it would be beneficial to both parties it did not end up that way.
Work Cited
History.com Editors. "Trail of Tears." A&E Television Networks, November 9, 2009. https://www.history.com/topics/native-american-history/trail-of-tears
The Editors of Encyclopedia Britannica. "Indian Removal Act." Jul 20, 1998. https://www.britannica.com/event/westward-movement
Office of Historian "Indian Treaties and the Removal Act of 1830." No date found. https://history.state.gov/milestones/1830-1860/indian-treaties
https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/4p2959.html (couldn't find anything else.)
Narrative
The Polka Dotted Girl
It’s 7 am on a Sunday morning and the first thing I can hear is the sound of my alarm. The birds chirping a melody that I wish I could hear a little clearer. I lay in bed for a couple more minutes not wanting to get up and turn off the alarm but, I gather the strength to finally get out of bed and turn it off. The sun was pouring light into my room making the little dust particles from my dirty room visible. I slowly drag my bedroom window curtains closed because the sunlight was starting to bother me. It’s so weird that it's so sunny during the season of winter. I get back in bed thinking I can get away with sleeping till noon but, my mom has other plans in mind. I can hear her stomping down the hallway angrily. Probably because she heard me turn off my alarm and never leave my room. She slams the door open like it weighed nothing.
Angrily my mom said, “Im not letting you sleep all day like you did last weekend you need to get out of your bed right now and start the day off by cleaning your room.”
She doesn’t even let me answer she just leaves right after saying that and slams the door. Hi, my name is Skylar Lopez. I'm an only child who lives with their mom, my dad moved away when I was young to another country. I've always felt different as if, everyone in the crowd was a solid colored and I was polka dotted. This is how my mornings usually go, but today I have to start my day off by cleaning my room. My room would take like 3 hours to clean. My floor is covered in trash, my desk has all kinds of eaten and uneaten snacks, my closet is filled with a mountain of dirty and clean clothes, and under my bed was a disaster. My mom always thought my behavior was a problem and that I needed to go see a therapist. So, two years ago she took me to one and I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder is a type of depression. To describe it in an easier way, do you know the term “Emotional Rollercoaster”? That is literally what it is. For days, weeks, or even months I could be in the best mood in the entire world. I can see everything from a higher point of view then most happy people can. But, when the time comes it all breaks down. Right when you are at your highest point and you feel so happy you could die those feelings get crushed. You get sad, you get so low it feels like you'll never get back up to that highest point, but you do. Which scares me because I know that at any moment, any time, that highest point can turn to my lowest point. I've been at my lowest point for about a month now and even though my mom knows I struggle, she chooses to ignore it.
While in my train of thought I can hear my mom yelling at me again, “I know you are not going to clean your room so get out here and eat.”
“Okay I will be right out there mom just give me a minute” I yell out.
I get off my bed a little too quickly and I get dizzy. Right, how could I forget I haven’t been eating that much. I walk out to the dining room and sit down at the table. The design is pretty tacky and old fashioned but I don't really care if it's not like I spend all of my time out here. I can feel my mom's eyes glaring at me.
“Did..you want help in the kitchen.” I say, nervously. She looks pissed off, what the hell did I do to her.
“”Do yoU wanT heLp in The KitchEn.” Of course I do why else would I call you out here.”
She was obviously mocking me but I don’t let it bother me, I'm sure she didn't mean to make fun of me besides she does it all the time.
“Okay, what do you need help with? Do you know what we are even gonna make?”
“I'm making eggs all I want you to do is make some sausage.”
I get a little nervous. Do you know how hard it is to cook sausage? When the little bubbles of oil pop up and hit you. It feels as hot as lava. Of course I can’t say this to my mom she would just get more pissed off at me. I start cooking the sausage. It doesn't even take that long. Some people think the sizzling and popping of sausage cooking is calming. I think it's straight out terrifying. I finish cooking it and I put them on a plate, by the time i'm done my mom is already at the table with plates with some toast and eggs on them.
“How are you doing in school?” my mom asked calmly, I thought he would be more mad because my teachers have been threatening to call my mom because i'm always spacing out in class even though I get fine grades.
“I'm doing fine, my grades are fine so far.” I say, while stacking the sausage on a plate to take over to the table.
I place the sausage on the table and take some of it and put it on my own plate. I pick the plate up and start to walk over to my room until my mom stops me.
“Where do you think you are going, sit down at the table and eat your food.”
I would never dare to talk back to my mom when she is mad. She gets really mad. It's kinda scary to be honest. So, I sit back down at the table and quickly finish my breakfast because i'm not in the mood to get lectured by my mother for things I didn't even do wrong. She knows yelling at me will make me worse in the head and yet she keeps doing it as if she is making fun of me.
“I'm done eating I will go clean my room like you told me to.”
I pick my plate off the table to put it in the sink and head back to my room. Before cleaning my room I lay in bed abit overthinking things. What if my mom really hates me? Does she really care about me? I can’t help but feel this way sometimes because it really does feel like that sometimes. I finally get to work on my room slowly but steadily like a turtle I get my room done. It takes forever just to sort out what was trash and what I wanted to keep from off the floor. There was like a million pieces of trash on the floor for me to pick up. It's like pigs could live there. But, why am I complaining it's my own fault for not cleaning. Couple of hours pass and I'm finally done. The moon is shining bright and the stars are glistening. I decided to go to sleep without dinner because I was so worn out like I had been hit by a truck.
“Skylar come get din-”
I know that my mom is yelling for me to get dinner but I chose to ignore her and stay in bed. I lay in bed for a few minutes until I drifted into a deep slumber. I had a weird dream about what if I was normal. But, what is normal, is anyone normal, what is considered to be normal? It's weird, if I were the most normal person but doesn't consider themselves normal, does that stop them from being labeled normal. Or somebody who follows the same schedule everyday of their life, is that considered normal or weird? How do we know what normal is? These are some weird thoughts that run into my head from time to time. Is that normal?
What feels like seconds after having these thoughts I wake up to my alarm. But, the sounds of outside were not like before. It was gloomy and raining but it was just shining sun yesterday. It's almost like a mood swing. I turn the alarm off and start to get ready for school. Today I'm starting to feel a little more better. Maybe I'm finally going to have some up days for sometime. My mom comes into my room to check if i'm awake and right when she sees me up and getting ready she doesn't even say good morning she just closes my door. Damn, how rude can she be to her own daughter, she's the one who wanted to give birth to me. Listening to the pitter, patter of rain helps to calms me down from my moms actions. Just because it seems like my mom is in a bad mood today, I decided to take the bus.
While on my way out of the house I yelled to my mom, “I'm taking the bus to school today, bye.” Without even letting her reply like she does to me I grab my house keys and leave the house.
I opened my umbrella and the sound of the rain got 10x louder. The water drips down the sides of the umbrella, it looks and sounds so calming. I make my way to the school bus stop and wait for the bus. I try to avoid taking the bus because I don't have any friends except one but she doesn't usually take the bus. Every always makes fun of me because I always get special treatment from teachers because of my mental issues. There are other people who have problems too but I think all the kids pick and me and not others is because a while ago I actually had more friends and I really trusted them. I would always tell them my problems and some of them started to spread it around the school. I would tell them things like how dirty my room always was or how I didn't shower for weeks when I had one of my episodes. I also told them how my mom treated me like trash like I was nothing but a broken glass, useless. People thought it was funny to make fun of me because of these things so that's why I only have one friend.
The bus pulls up to the bus stop and I look to see if my friend is on the bus or if there are any empty seats. I found an empty seat but not my friend. I sat down in the empty seat avoiding eye contact with every student in the bus. It's weird, I can't see them, but it feels like they are all staring at me. I close my eyes hoping the feeling will go away but it doesn't. I feel the bus come to a stop and I opened my eyes. We had finally arrived at the school after what felt like forever. I quickly got off the bus and made my way into the school. It’s so nerve racking to go into the school because all I can think about is the people who talk about me. I don’t even know what they say about me. Do they feel bad for me, do they hate me, do they spread false rumors about me? It makes it all so much worse to think about.
Anyway, I make my way to my locker and the first thing I see is my friend, her name is Daylin. She is super nice to me and always offers to help with my problems but I never accept her help, I wouldn’t want her to carry my burden.
“Hey, you're here a little later than usual, are you okay?” Daylin asked, worried.
“Yeah I'm fine I took the bus today insted of getting a ride from my mom. She’s in a bad mood this morning for no reason I did nothing wrong.”
“Well from what you always tell me it seems like she is always in a bad mood. Have you ever thought about living with your dad?”
“You know I can't do that, I don't even know where he lives or his name, so how would I move in with him if I don't even have basic information on him?”
“I don't know if I should get a dna test or something and try to get in contact with him.”
“I can't afford one I would never ask my mom for something that expensive. Those things cost like 90 bucks just for one of them.”
“It was just a tho-”
Daylin wasn't able to finish her sentence because the bell started to go off, signaling that it was time for us to go to class. For the first period I have P.E. and Daylin has elective, which means we split up for now until the second period.
“I'll see you later Daylin, I'm gonna go to my class.”
“Okay see ya.”
I start to make my way to P.E. The thing I hate most about going to school is the two people who harass me the most are in all of my classes. Their names are Lilly and Daisy. They are twins and they are always ganging up on me. There was one time after school where they beat me up so bad I had bruises all over my body. It wasnt to critical but it made my mental health even worse. Another example of bipolar disorder is my mental health is like a balloon filled with confetti but it's not fun. The more you bring me down, the more you yell at me, or the more you make fun of me my balloon fills. And at some point the balloon pops and the confetti makes a mess. The confetti represents the thoughts that go through my mind. When my thoughts scatter around my head everything I say makes no sense. I would then become a danger to myself and the people around me. It hasn't happened to me yet but, it always feels like I'm so close to popping even if I take the right medications everyday. The twins always make me feel like I will pop and that scares me. I've heard stories of people who have popped and they were labeled at 51/50, when that happens you go to psych ward and i've heard stories where some people stay for over a year because they can become stable. That scares me to the point where I shake, I don't want to be away for that long. I wish they would just leave me alone.
Even after getting lost in thought I still make it to P.E. on time. The first thing I see are the twins staring at me. My whole body starts to tremble in fear. My heart sinks to my toes and my body goes numb. I'm so scared that they will try and talk to me or try something so I look around and see a gap between two buildings and I run there. I looked behind me to see if they followed but they weren't there. Even though they weren't there then I was afraid they would follow so I kept on running. I was so scared tears ran down my face as fast as the pouring rain. My heart beat a million times per second and I could hear it in my throat. The tears keep flowing even if I wiped them away. Even if I had P.E. in a few minutes I decided to skip it for now because I couldn’t stop crying and It would only make matters worse. I thought back to this morning when I thought I'd start having some happy days but I guess I was wrong. I really wanted to go back home, but I know if I knew if I did that Daylin would think something is wrong with me so I stayed.
I stayed in the school alley until Five minutes before the bell rang so I could stay clear of the twins. I make my way to the class that Daylin is in. I know it might be a little suspecuse to her that I am early to her classroom, but I'll just think of an excuse.
“Start packing up your stuff and dont forget to do your homework I will be checking it tomorrow.” I can hear Daylin’s teacher start to dismiss her students.
I start to back away from the door so it looks like I was just walking up to the door from P.E. Right when I see Daylin walk through the door I start to walk towards her.
It’s 7 am on a Sunday morning and the first thing I can hear is the sound of my alarm. The birds chirping a melody that I wish I could hear a little clearer. I lay in bed for a couple more minutes not wanting to get up and turn off the alarm but, I gather the strength to finally get out of bed and turn it off. The sun was pouring light into my room making the little dust particles from my dirty room visible. I slowly drag my bedroom window curtains closed because the sunlight was starting to bother me. It’s so weird that it's so sunny during the season of winter. I get back in bed thinking I can get away with sleeping till noon but, my mom has other plans in mind. I can hear her stomping down the hallway angrily. Probably because she heard me turn off my alarm and never leave my room. She slams the door open like it weighed nothing.
Angrily my mom said, “Im not letting you sleep all day like you did last weekend you need to get out of your bed right now and start the day off by cleaning your room.”
She doesn’t even let me answer she just leaves right after saying that and slams the door. Hi, my name is Skylar Lopez. I'm an only child who lives with their mom, my dad moved away when I was young to another country. I've always felt different as if, everyone in the crowd was a solid colored and I was polka dotted. This is how my mornings usually go, but today I have to start my day off by cleaning my room. My room would take like 3 hours to clean. My floor is covered in trash, my desk has all kinds of eaten and uneaten snacks, my closet is filled with a mountain of dirty and clean clothes, and under my bed was a disaster. My mom always thought my behavior was a problem and that I needed to go see a therapist. So, two years ago she took me to one and I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder is a type of depression. To describe it in an easier way, do you know the term “Emotional Rollercoaster”? That is literally what it is. For days, weeks, or even months I could be in the best mood in the entire world. I can see everything from a higher point of view then most happy people can. But, when the time comes it all breaks down. Right when you are at your highest point and you feel so happy you could die those feelings get crushed. You get sad, you get so low it feels like you'll never get back up to that highest point, but you do. Which scares me because I know that at any moment, any time, that highest point can turn to my lowest point. I've been at my lowest point for about a month now and even though my mom knows I struggle, she chooses to ignore it.
While in my train of thought I can hear my mom yelling at me again, “I know you are not going to clean your room so get out here and eat.”
“Okay I will be right out there mom just give me a minute” I yell out.
I get off my bed a little too quickly and I get dizzy. Right, how could I forget I haven’t been eating that much. I walk out to the dining room and sit down at the table. The design is pretty tacky and old fashioned but I don't really care if it's not like I spend all of my time out here. I can feel my mom's eyes glaring at me.
“Did..you want help in the kitchen.” I say, nervously. She looks pissed off, what the hell did I do to her.
“”Do yoU wanT heLp in The KitchEn.” Of course I do why else would I call you out here.”
She was obviously mocking me but I don’t let it bother me, I'm sure she didn't mean to make fun of me besides she does it all the time.
“Okay, what do you need help with? Do you know what we are even gonna make?”
“I'm making eggs all I want you to do is make some sausage.”
I get a little nervous. Do you know how hard it is to cook sausage? When the little bubbles of oil pop up and hit you. It feels as hot as lava. Of course I can’t say this to my mom she would just get more pissed off at me. I start cooking the sausage. It doesn't even take that long. Some people think the sizzling and popping of sausage cooking is calming. I think it's straight out terrifying. I finish cooking it and I put them on a plate, by the time i'm done my mom is already at the table with plates with some toast and eggs on them.
“How are you doing in school?” my mom asked calmly, I thought he would be more mad because my teachers have been threatening to call my mom because i'm always spacing out in class even though I get fine grades.
“I'm doing fine, my grades are fine so far.” I say, while stacking the sausage on a plate to take over to the table.
I place the sausage on the table and take some of it and put it on my own plate. I pick the plate up and start to walk over to my room until my mom stops me.
“Where do you think you are going, sit down at the table and eat your food.”
I would never dare to talk back to my mom when she is mad. She gets really mad. It's kinda scary to be honest. So, I sit back down at the table and quickly finish my breakfast because i'm not in the mood to get lectured by my mother for things I didn't even do wrong. She knows yelling at me will make me worse in the head and yet she keeps doing it as if she is making fun of me.
“I'm done eating I will go clean my room like you told me to.”
I pick my plate off the table to put it in the sink and head back to my room. Before cleaning my room I lay in bed abit overthinking things. What if my mom really hates me? Does she really care about me? I can’t help but feel this way sometimes because it really does feel like that sometimes. I finally get to work on my room slowly but steadily like a turtle I get my room done. It takes forever just to sort out what was trash and what I wanted to keep from off the floor. There was like a million pieces of trash on the floor for me to pick up. It's like pigs could live there. But, why am I complaining it's my own fault for not cleaning. Couple of hours pass and I'm finally done. The moon is shining bright and the stars are glistening. I decided to go to sleep without dinner because I was so worn out like I had been hit by a truck.
“Skylar come get din-”
I know that my mom is yelling for me to get dinner but I chose to ignore her and stay in bed. I lay in bed for a few minutes until I drifted into a deep slumber. I had a weird dream about what if I was normal. But, what is normal, is anyone normal, what is considered to be normal? It's weird, if I were the most normal person but doesn't consider themselves normal, does that stop them from being labeled normal. Or somebody who follows the same schedule everyday of their life, is that considered normal or weird? How do we know what normal is? These are some weird thoughts that run into my head from time to time. Is that normal?
What feels like seconds after having these thoughts I wake up to my alarm. But, the sounds of outside were not like before. It was gloomy and raining but it was just shining sun yesterday. It's almost like a mood swing. I turn the alarm off and start to get ready for school. Today I'm starting to feel a little more better. Maybe I'm finally going to have some up days for sometime. My mom comes into my room to check if i'm awake and right when she sees me up and getting ready she doesn't even say good morning she just closes my door. Damn, how rude can she be to her own daughter, she's the one who wanted to give birth to me. Listening to the pitter, patter of rain helps to calms me down from my moms actions. Just because it seems like my mom is in a bad mood today, I decided to take the bus.
While on my way out of the house I yelled to my mom, “I'm taking the bus to school today, bye.” Without even letting her reply like she does to me I grab my house keys and leave the house.
I opened my umbrella and the sound of the rain got 10x louder. The water drips down the sides of the umbrella, it looks and sounds so calming. I make my way to the school bus stop and wait for the bus. I try to avoid taking the bus because I don't have any friends except one but she doesn't usually take the bus. Every always makes fun of me because I always get special treatment from teachers because of my mental issues. There are other people who have problems too but I think all the kids pick and me and not others is because a while ago I actually had more friends and I really trusted them. I would always tell them my problems and some of them started to spread it around the school. I would tell them things like how dirty my room always was or how I didn't shower for weeks when I had one of my episodes. I also told them how my mom treated me like trash like I was nothing but a broken glass, useless. People thought it was funny to make fun of me because of these things so that's why I only have one friend.
The bus pulls up to the bus stop and I look to see if my friend is on the bus or if there are any empty seats. I found an empty seat but not my friend. I sat down in the empty seat avoiding eye contact with every student in the bus. It's weird, I can't see them, but it feels like they are all staring at me. I close my eyes hoping the feeling will go away but it doesn't. I feel the bus come to a stop and I opened my eyes. We had finally arrived at the school after what felt like forever. I quickly got off the bus and made my way into the school. It’s so nerve racking to go into the school because all I can think about is the people who talk about me. I don’t even know what they say about me. Do they feel bad for me, do they hate me, do they spread false rumors about me? It makes it all so much worse to think about.
Anyway, I make my way to my locker and the first thing I see is my friend, her name is Daylin. She is super nice to me and always offers to help with my problems but I never accept her help, I wouldn’t want her to carry my burden.
“Hey, you're here a little later than usual, are you okay?” Daylin asked, worried.
“Yeah I'm fine I took the bus today insted of getting a ride from my mom. She’s in a bad mood this morning for no reason I did nothing wrong.”
“Well from what you always tell me it seems like she is always in a bad mood. Have you ever thought about living with your dad?”
“You know I can't do that, I don't even know where he lives or his name, so how would I move in with him if I don't even have basic information on him?”
“I don't know if I should get a dna test or something and try to get in contact with him.”
“I can't afford one I would never ask my mom for something that expensive. Those things cost like 90 bucks just for one of them.”
“It was just a tho-”
Daylin wasn't able to finish her sentence because the bell started to go off, signaling that it was time for us to go to class. For the first period I have P.E. and Daylin has elective, which means we split up for now until the second period.
“I'll see you later Daylin, I'm gonna go to my class.”
“Okay see ya.”
I start to make my way to P.E. The thing I hate most about going to school is the two people who harass me the most are in all of my classes. Their names are Lilly and Daisy. They are twins and they are always ganging up on me. There was one time after school where they beat me up so bad I had bruises all over my body. It wasnt to critical but it made my mental health even worse. Another example of bipolar disorder is my mental health is like a balloon filled with confetti but it's not fun. The more you bring me down, the more you yell at me, or the more you make fun of me my balloon fills. And at some point the balloon pops and the confetti makes a mess. The confetti represents the thoughts that go through my mind. When my thoughts scatter around my head everything I say makes no sense. I would then become a danger to myself and the people around me. It hasn't happened to me yet but, it always feels like I'm so close to popping even if I take the right medications everyday. The twins always make me feel like I will pop and that scares me. I've heard stories of people who have popped and they were labeled at 51/50, when that happens you go to psych ward and i've heard stories where some people stay for over a year because they can become stable. That scares me to the point where I shake, I don't want to be away for that long. I wish they would just leave me alone.
Even after getting lost in thought I still make it to P.E. on time. The first thing I see are the twins staring at me. My whole body starts to tremble in fear. My heart sinks to my toes and my body goes numb. I'm so scared that they will try and talk to me or try something so I look around and see a gap between two buildings and I run there. I looked behind me to see if they followed but they weren't there. Even though they weren't there then I was afraid they would follow so I kept on running. I was so scared tears ran down my face as fast as the pouring rain. My heart beat a million times per second and I could hear it in my throat. The tears keep flowing even if I wiped them away. Even if I had P.E. in a few minutes I decided to skip it for now because I couldn’t stop crying and It would only make matters worse. I thought back to this morning when I thought I'd start having some happy days but I guess I was wrong. I really wanted to go back home, but I know if I knew if I did that Daylin would think something is wrong with me so I stayed.
I stayed in the school alley until Five minutes before the bell rang so I could stay clear of the twins. I make my way to the class that Daylin is in. I know it might be a little suspecuse to her that I am early to her classroom, but I'll just think of an excuse.
“Start packing up your stuff and dont forget to do your homework I will be checking it tomorrow.” I can hear Daylin’s teacher start to dismiss her students.
I start to back away from the door so it looks like I was just walking up to the door from P.E. Right when I see Daylin walk through the door I start to walk towards her.