TRIGGER WARNING -MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AND EXTREME MENTAL DISORDERS

The new kid. It always starts with the new kid. Because of course, this is how my story starts. Well, part of my story.

You see, Isabella Merritt was new. She came to our middle school in grade six. I had some friends, not a lot, but I did have some. I wasn't the most outgoing kid. I had DPD: Dependant Personality Disorder. That meant I wanted other people to take care of me, and I relied on them to do stuff for me. 

Luckily, I didn't have it that bad, and I had an amazing therapist who helped me overcome it. My DPD was the worst when I was in grade five and the start of grade six. But Isabella was the person who actually helped me survive through it.

Isabella is that kind of person everybody kind of gravitates towards. She's bubbly, kind, outgoing, awesome. She immediately became my friend, and soul sister. 

In grade seven, DPD didn't really affect me anymore. I was able to take care of myself on my own, and decide what to wear without asking my mom or Isabella for help. 

Grade seven and eight were the years for me. Isabella was my best friend and she helped me make other friends. 

In grade nine, the "popular" girls began hanging out with Isabella, so I hung out with them. I was slowly coming out of my shell, and becoming more outgoing and meeting new people. 

But at the end of grade nine, something happened. Isabella went away to a funeral for a few weeks, and when she came back, somebody had started a rumour that she had DPD. I tried to comfort her, but she didn't answer any of my calls, and she wouldn't speak to me.

I hung out with the popular girls during the summer, but near the end, they stopped talking to me too! When we started high school in grade ten, I found out that Isabella and all the popular girls were hanging out during the summer. They all completely ignored me, and I didn't know why. 

So during grade ten, I was alone once again. Luckily, I didn't have DPD to deal with this time, but I still felt sad and terrible. 

That's why I threw myself off a cliff near the beach, and landed right on my head. It wasn't that big of a fall, so I didn't get amnesia or anything, but the doctor said my memory may have been altered slightly, so some of my facts or details might not be right. My mom filled in all the details for me, so I'm all good now.

And that's how I ended up here, in the middle of November during grade eleven, all alone and sad. Sure, I have a few friends, but none of them are close. 

In our high school, there wasn't any "popular" kids, like in middle school and junior high, but there were certainly the "hot" kids. And that's who Isabella is. 

Isabella, Lydia Burks and Amelia MacCronk are the hot girls. Lydia was in the old popular group in junior high, but Amelia joined our high school in grade ten. Isabella doesn't talk to me anymore, but when she looks at me she shoots the most evilest look ever at me, it's scarier than any "mom" looks. 

The thing is, I have no clue why.