Stressed

I cried.

The stress of the past weeks caught up to me. I broke down and bawled.

How can I survive another year of school? How can I do this anymore? I can't keep pushing myself to be perfect. Sometime, I will crack.

I forced myself to stop crying and pulled into my driveway. My parents and siblings all came to welcome me home.

Because they were awesome, my parents let me go to my cousin's house by myself. I stayed for a whole week, and made some new friends.

But now I am home. And I have to go back to school. And I have to get all A's and be cute everyday and on top of all that, still talk to people. Though to be honest, I had basically stopped talking to people the last few weeks.

I hugged my mom, and started crying again.

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I sat in my counselors office, not believing the words he was saying.

"Wait, I only have a half of a required credit to graduate high school?" I said.

"Yes. You could either take the last class during the rest of the school year, or you could do it over the summer," he said. He looked like he had done this a million times before. "I can set this all up for you now, if you wish."

He looked at my Dad, who was sitting next to me.

"Yeah, do it," my dad said.

I sighed, and relaxed for the first time in years.

Maybe I will get through this, after all.