All names have been changed to protect those who may or may not want their names mentioned
So... I guess hi. I'm Bluedolphin, but most people just call me Day, as that is my nickname in real life.
I was born in Washington on August 28, 2006. My parents had been hoping for a kid, and were actually thinking about adopting before I came along. The next year, my little sister, who I will call Cleo, was born.
When I was five, I started school, despite being told I was to young by the principal. I was that girl who would tell the teacher that my BFF cheated on a test, and who wouldn't put up with anything I viewed as disrespectful or wrong. I never got a grade lower than a A- from Kindergarten to 4th grade. I was basically the goody two-shoes of all of my classes.
I also accepted Christ when I was five, so yea, I've been a Christian as long as I can remember. I originally went to a public school, but after an incident that I won't go into, I switched to private school. The first year, third grade, went by with minimal incident. I was bullied a bit, but nothing that perminetly scared me or anything.
In fourth grade, I met Siling. We really didn't get along at first. Despite that, I had the biggest crush on him ever. Near the end of the year, some friends said they saw him doing some pretty bad stuff. I had only wittnessed one event, but I believed my friends and almost got him kicked out of school. When I was questioned, he was in the same room. I couldn't believe how much pain I had caused, and at that point I wasn't even sure if my friends were telling the truth. I dont think I had ever cried at school before that. Needless to say, I was relieved when he forgave me, and at the end of the year we even exchanged addresses.
I guess my story really started when I was in fifth grade. I realized the friends I had been hanging out with, the ones who had gotten me to testify against Siling, were bad influences and that I needed to change. Thats when I met U.Killer and another girl who I will call Fox. U.Killer was very feisty and fun to be around. Fox was energetic and kind. They were amazing friends. I only regret that I don't show them that they are often. Siling also joined the little group we formed. Everything was perfect. Except for the fact that my old friends now hated my guts.
I don't remember many details, but I do remember them being extremely mean to my friends. I only remember them directly hurting me once or twice. All I know for certain is that by the end of the year, Siling, U.killer, Fox, and I were really close
Fifth grade was also the year that Siling and I finally admitted our feelings for eachother. We were both so young back then, I dont really know if I even knew much about relationships. Scratch that, I knew nothing about relationships. There was another boy in my class, lets call him Gold, who also liked me. He was in the school band with me. He was tall (At least the tallest of the boys, I was about a quarter of an inch taller), good at telling stories, and had an ego that could fill an Olympic swimming pool. During the annual band trip, he told me he liked me, and I absolutely froze. When he asked if I had anything to say, instead of turning him down and telling him I liked someone else, I said I liked him too. That lie messed up the rest of my fifth grade year.
As you can expect, Siling was upset when he found out. I told myself that if he asked me, I would tell him the truth. When he did confront me, I made the mistake of reading into his words to much. He told me that Gold wanted to know if I still liked him or if I liked Siling. I made the stupid decision of saying I liked Gold. Siling and I barely talked for weeks after that. Gold and I lasted for about a week before I broke it off. If you can't already tell, I was a pretty messed up girl.
At the end of the year, Siling and I had both earned roles in the annual school play. During dress rehersal, we started talking, He finally asked if I still liked Gold, and I finally told the truth. He forgave me for being an idiot and lying to him and for messing up big time. That was probably the best day of that year.
If you thought fifth grade was to crazy for you, you might want to stop reading here. Sixth grade was a doozie.
At the begining of sixth grade, everything seemed perfect. My friends and I had stayed mostly the same, but we had an addition to our group, a girl we shall call Purple. I'll get into Purple in a minute.
About a week into sixth grade, I noticed Cleo (for those of you who have forgotten, she is my sister) looked a little thinner. I didn't think much of it until I noticed that she wasn't eating as much as she used to. I was a bit concerned, but I didn't say anything. I really didn't think anything was seriously wrong until she stopped eating all together. She was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa about two months into the school year. She stayed with our family for a long month full of fighting and refusing to eat before she got so bad that she was sent to Denver, Colorado for treatment. My mom went with her, and my dad and I stayed home so I could continue going to school.
About a week before Cleo headed off for Denver, I found out that I was cast in CYT's production of "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens. This was a big deal for me, since it was my first production to be done on a "real" stage with an audience that wasn't just family and friends.
When Cleo did go to Denver, she was a monster even my dad struggled to control. I felt like she was ruining my life. My mom had gone with her, so my dad and I were the only ones in the house. He tried his best, but most nights he would be on the phone. Cleo hadn't improved much, and my mom had a hard time controling her when she was having a temper tantrum. I spent most nights crying in my room after he had put me to bed.
I was so angry and bitter and I felt so lonely. I started to distance myself from friends and family because I was so afraid of abandonment. My one escape was CYT. I was so excited when the performances finally started, even more so when both of my parents got to see the show, although one of them was in Denver at all times. My sister, sadly, never got to see me perform.
I did get to visit my sister twice while she was in Denver. I loved being with both of my parents, but I hated seeing my sister so challenged. My parents also fought a lot in Denver. They had fought a lot over my lifetime, but this was more intense. I was always thankful when we came home.
Cleo was able to come home after a few months, but she was never the same Cleo she was before she was diagnosed. Despite that, I love her to death and would never want anything to happen to her. My friends during the time Cleo was in Denver were extremly supportive and despite my efforts to distance myself they never stopped pursuing me. I thank God for them every day.
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