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- Story Listed as: True Life For Kids
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Biography / Autobiography
- Published: 05/22/2015
My Name is Claire
Born 2004, F, from Darien CT, United StatesI am trapped in this world, where I know the truth, but I can't do anything about it. People never believe me when I try to explain to them what goes on inside my head everyday. They never listen. So here it is. I can't have it bottled up inside me anymore. There is something missing from our lives. Well, not missing, but something more to life. Something no one has figured out yet. Not even me.
From the very beginning I knew something was different about me. In second grade they called me weird. I preferred to think of it as different and new. I was stressed and I took it out on other people. I was so sensitive because I had bottled up my feelings and secrets for so long. I let little tiny friendship things result in huge problems. Causing me to have no friends. They tested me to find out if I had a learning disorder.
In third grade they made me see a psychologist. I didn't really want to tell her what was going on. So I made up friendship problems. I guess in a way they were real, but they weren't a big deal to me. My mother told me talking about it with people would make it better. So I tried, but people just saw me as an overly sensitive, emotionally troubled girl. I had a friend or two, but for me that wasn't really enough. I needed to meet someone who would understand me.
I got by fourth grade without big issues. I still bottled up my feelings which caused me to take my stress out unnecessarily on my peers, but that didn't happen very often. I had all this beauty and pain in my head, I wanted to write it all down, so that was when I started writing.
When I write I can be heard. That was what I told myself through fifth grade, up until now, the end of fifth grade two days away from my birthday. I am much better now. I no longer take out my stress on my friends. I have more friends now. I kept a journal for a good bit of fifth grade, but all the pages have been used up. And the stress is coming back. I must hold it back. I have a lot of people to help me now. They don't understand me and they don't know my secret, which isn't really a secret anymore but they are there and I'm thankful. It really is amazing how two people who were such trivial people in your life can become such big ones.
I through it all, the stress, the pain and the feeling of isolation I just told myself that I must take pride in my pain because one day it will all pay off. And I am the way I am for a reason. So here it is, my story. My name is Claire.
My Name is Claire(Claire)
I am trapped in this world, where I know the truth, but I can't do anything about it. People never believe me when I try to explain to them what goes on inside my head everyday. They never listen. So here it is. I can't have it bottled up inside me anymore. There is something missing from our lives. Well, not missing, but something more to life. Something no one has figured out yet. Not even me.
From the very beginning I knew something was different about me. In second grade they called me weird. I preferred to think of it as different and new. I was stressed and I took it out on other people. I was so sensitive because I had bottled up my feelings and secrets for so long. I let little tiny friendship things result in huge problems. Causing me to have no friends. They tested me to find out if I had a learning disorder.
In third grade they made me see a psychologist. I didn't really want to tell her what was going on. So I made up friendship problems. I guess in a way they were real, but they weren't a big deal to me. My mother told me talking about it with people would make it better. So I tried, but people just saw me as an overly sensitive, emotionally troubled girl. I had a friend or two, but for me that wasn't really enough. I needed to meet someone who would understand me.
I got by fourth grade without big issues. I still bottled up my feelings which caused me to take my stress out unnecessarily on my peers, but that didn't happen very often. I had all this beauty and pain in my head, I wanted to write it all down, so that was when I started writing.
When I write I can be heard. That was what I told myself through fifth grade, up until now, the end of fifth grade two days away from my birthday. I am much better now. I no longer take out my stress on my friends. I have more friends now. I kept a journal for a good bit of fifth grade, but all the pages have been used up. And the stress is coming back. I must hold it back. I have a lot of people to help me now. They don't understand me and they don't know my secret, which isn't really a secret anymore but they are there and I'm thankful. It really is amazing how two people who were such trivial people in your life can become such big ones.
I through it all, the stress, the pain and the feeling of isolation I just told myself that I must take pride in my pain because one day it will all pay off. And I am the way I am for a reason. So here it is, my story. My name is Claire.
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