The Panda and the Ginger.
Chapter 1, How things began.
An inspiring movie always gives you a new idea at life. And one certain movie gave me this one. No I'm not an average girl. More like the one that people avoid everyday. I'm the 'Panda' and my best friend is the 'Ginger'. We've been through more than you can imagine. Fifth grade is when we met, and unfortunately we've been best friends almost since then. I've left and went to be a cool person.. But, everyone should know that didn't end well. You may not know me and you may not read this or even care, but this is our story of how we grew closer every day.
We're now in ninth grade, and everyone at school just ignores me. Since I, Panda, was in seventh grade, I begin hurting myself. First it came from the inside but grew out. Ginger was always there. She never gave up on me. She understood me, just like a sister would. I'm sure as the years went by we grew closer than you could imagine. Somehow we never fought..
It was a rainy day, I was standing outside with my panda hat on that I got for Christmas. A blue van pulled up in my drive way. I knew automatically that it was Ginger. She had texted me saying they would pick me up so that way I could spend the night with her. I ran inside the door and grabbed my bag. She followed me and we both went out the side door.
May I remind you, we never did this often. Mostly we'd chat each other on facebook or text each other. Sometimes we'd skype, depending on what my mood was. I was a very picky person and I didn't tend to like talking to people.
As we got in the car it took me awhile to try to get the seat belt untwisted in order to buckle it. Her mom said hello Sam. I of course replied back with a simple hi. I texted my best guy friend named Allen. He was always texting me for some reason. It seemed like the time went by so quickly considering I texted him like four times and we were already at her house. I walked up towards her door and out came her puppy. His name was Buster, he was the cutest dog I'd ever seen. I reached down and pet him. The rain drops fell on the pavement as I got back up and stepped into her house.
Her mom and her little brother left as soon as they dropped us off. I looked around, I hadn't been at her house in awhile. I tried to catch all the decorations all at once. Ginger grabbed a pile of towels and started folding them. Gingers younger sister walked in and began folding them. Ginger began folding them and I went to help. Eventually I folded the wrong towels, obviously you did not have to fold the smaller towels.
I have been told that you might understand what I'm going through. We haven't even gotten to the real problem. At this very moment it's just begun. I've been in a lock down with myself for about three years. And I can't get out. And this story and me writing to you is hopefully going to help. I need help and I know it. I just.. Haven't found that help yet.
