"Girl! It's senior year! Come on! Were going to be late!" Sandy said banging on the door to my room.

"No! I don't want to!" I whined.

"CAMERON ANN MORGAN!" My mother called. "IF YOU DO NOT LET YOUR FRIEND IN YOUR ROOM THIS MOMENT I PROMISE! YOU WILL BE GROUNDED UNTIL GRADUATION!" My mother threatened.

Ouch. Harsh.

"FINE! GIVE ME A MOMENT!" I yelled downstairs. I rolled my eyes and sat up in bed, flinging my legs over the side to stand up. I slowly made my way to the door unlocking it. Not even a second later Sandy barged in. "Took you long enough!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, I've not been feeling like myself lately," I said walking over to my bed and sitting down, and closing my eyes. I felt the bed divit and felt Sandy put her hand over mine. "When did you get your period?" she asked. "Sandy, I just ended a week ago." "Hm. Honey, have you been tested for depression?" I opened my eyes. Depression? Depression? To be honest the thought of having depression never crossed my mind. But it would make sense if I have it. But what about the short attetion spand? What about the unexpected anxiety attacks? What about the shortness of breath when I work out? Those still didn't make sense to me. I looked back at Sandy. "Do you think I have depression?" She gave a long sigh. "There is a possibility. My brother has it and you have similar symptoms as him. I think you should get tested," She explained. Should I? I mean, being sad is often for me. Could depression be the reason why? Sandy spoke making me remember that she was in the room. "You can think about it later. In the meantime, we gotta bounce. School starts in a 25 minutes." School. That's right. Boy I hated school. I would constantly get bullied and picked on last year. What would make it different this year? Those two girls that made my high school years a living nightmare would be there, and I wanted to avoid them as much as possible. "Cammie, I'll be waiting downstairs. Come down when your ready," Sandy said walking out the door, closing it behind her.

I got up from my bed and put on some black pants, a black shirt, black socks, and black boots. As you could tell, I didn't like color much. Color was too happy for me. I liked to be the quiet, sad girl in the back. (Note sarcasm.) Of course I hated it, I just didn't like color because it didn't suit my mood. I wasn't a very happy person. I mean its hard to be happy when your constantly picked on, and very stressed. I walked down the stairs and grabbed a banana to eat on the way. I wouldn't have to worry about brushing my teeth because I carry an extra tooth brush with me where ever I go.

When we got to school there were students everywhere. I headed straight for the bathroom with Sandy following behind. As I finished brushing my teeth a small girl came running into the bathroom. I had no idea who it was until Sandy called the girls name. "Liz! Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you all- Liz?" Sandy stopped abruptly and softly called her name. When I turned around I saw that she was crying. I immediately made my way towards her and put my arms around her shoulders overlapping Sandy's arms. "Lizzie," Sandy started. "What happened?"

Between sobs we heard her explanation. "M-Macey and Bex. They both made fun of me. They told me my clothes were ugly, and that... I-I was ugly." Ohhh... when I see those two... ohhh!! I will do something about it. Sandy and I sat there rubbing her shoulders for what felt like forever. Finally I said "Liz, don't listen to what other's say. Ignore them, and its always okay to say stop. You gotta stick up for your self. You gotta show them that it is not okay, and never will be okay to pick on you. Can you do that for us?" I asked. She nodded, tears still coming from her eyes. "I can try to."

Ta-da! Another story! I just had to write about this kinda stuff. Just a note to my lovely readers, most of the things Cammie is diagnosed with in this story I actually have been diagnosed with in real life, so for example (SPOILER ALERT. IF YOU DO NOT WANT THE STORY SPOILED DO NOT READ AND SKIP TO THE DISCLAIMER IN CAP LOCK) Cammie gets diagnosed with ADHD later in the story. DISCLAIMER All characters (except Sandy) belong to the wonderful Ally Carter. And one question. Can someone please tell me how to upload a chapter to the story? I know. You guys must think I'm stupid. But... If someone could tell me... that would be helpful. Enjoy the story!

-Lions 236