Personal Narrative: Clinical Depression

We were on our way to school. I never notice before. I knew she was sad, I knew she was becoming a different person. It just didn’t click in my head and maybe it was because I was younger or I was just caught up in my own world. It finally came out; Rachel and I had miss the bus so my mom reacted like any other parent would. She was pissed, furious with us she yelled about how we were suppose to be able to make the bus in time and how she shouldn’t have to drive us to school everyday. I could see Rachel’s face get red. I was only a few feet away from her but she yelled like I was a mile a away. You could almost feel the anger in the room like it was a heavy, hot object. It was my first year in middle school, I was a 6th grader! I was …show more content…
But i didn't say anything I just sat there; I mean how are you supposed to react to that did she think I was gonna cry I wasn't even sure at the time I knew what depression was. “Ella if you would like or need to talk to the councillor you can. If would you like to?” My first thought was absolutely not for the first time just wanted to go back to class and learn something,take my mind off of it. “No, no I'm fine thanks though; so can I go back to class?”she hesitated I knew she wanted to talk about it but I didn't know her and I really didn't want to discuss this with her. “Are you sure? you don’t have to go back to class, you can talk with someone.” “I'm really fine thanks …show more content…
Then it continues on and we start to fight and calling each other out on things. I tell her she has no friends and then she says I'm a bully it's just how we work we pick on eachother on the daily. When the fight ends of course I'm the one that always gets in trouble because Rachel pulls out the I’m depressed card which pisses me off because it's not fair. But later when i'm sitting in my room in trouble I think back to what Rachel told me when she got home from the