It was morning before I knew it. I hadn't slept well, of course, I hadn't expected too. I didn't remember my dreams and it was the only thing that I was particularly happy about. I went through the routine of getting ready for school, just slower. I had never really been this affected by anything like this before. Sure, I'd cry one night but the next morning I'd be in much higher spirits. This Friday morning, it was not so.

Even my parents (whom I liked to keep out of my personal business as much as possible) noticed something was wrong. " What's wrong?", they both asked. Ha! Like I was going to tell them.

School dragged on. Seeing Sean, or even Melissa was terrible for me. They weren't together and I didn't see them talking or sitting together. Another mere ray of sunshine on my dull, depressing day. During my German class (which I sadly shared with Melissa) she passed me a note that said, " I really like him Maggie." That's nice I thought. Luckily the bell rang and I was able to make it out alive.

After school, track practice came way too soon. And went by in a blur. My mom picked me up when I called her too and she proceeded to again question me about what was wrong. I simply responded with "Nothing is wrong! I'm just tired". I got home, and I actually did my homework right away. Maybe being depressed would be almost good for me, in one way at least.