I've had an idea for this story for almost a week, so now I'm uploading it. This isn't going to be a short story like my other one's have. I'm planning on this one to be more in depth (Oh god, I sound like my English X teacher). This story won't be boring, trust me. Also, some of characters from my other marching band stories are in here too.

For those who have read Marching Mistletoe and The Metronome in my Heart Won't Go On Forever, you guys know who Andrew, Roxxi, and Mason are. Also, it's the same setting; in Sol City at Solstice High School.

Also in later chapters, some of the same scenes from both stories will be in here, just in Prim's point of view. This is the prologue, so the main plot will start in the next chapter. Ok, I'm done babbling. No, wait, I lied. Check out my three stories for marching band; Marching Mistletoe, The Metronome in my Heart Won't Go On Forever, and Marching Through My Memories. For more info on Andrew, Roxxi, and Mason, check out the first two stories I mentioned above.

Prim Wylde

Prim's P.O.V.

My full name is Primrose Isabel Wylde, but my friends call me Prim… and some call me Wylde. I have a manic-depression order, or as most people call it, a bipolar disorder. I'm a 15 year old girl with split personalities that are so different, you wouldn't even recognize me.

Ever since I was in sixth grade, I have been diagnosed with bipolar depression. When I was younger, I had never talked. I was too shy, even around my own family. The few times I did talk, I was irritable. All of this changed when my father died when I was only eight. I was showing minor signs of depression, even though I was too young to even have that.

I was a rare case, though. I became silent again, not wanting to speak to anyone at all. These were some of the early signs of my condition, but my mother and older brother didn't take any notice. Then, by bipolarity became clear in sixth grade. I signed up for band and played clarinet. I had such a natural gift for it. That positive achievement made me a manic.

Since then, I have been switching personalities every two weeks. My mother Terri was concerned, so she took me to my physician. He recommended me to a psychologist. At that time, I was in my manic episode. I was "wild", doing abnormal things like climbing on top of my dresser and purposefully falling on my face, standing on a textbook and sliding down the stairs and hurting myself every time.

I was very daring, unaware of the danger I was in. My psychologist, Dr. Reinbold recommended medicine for me to my mom, which I was not to know the name of or where it is, or else I might take an overdose in my manic or even depressive episodes. He also said that I should not take part in any after school activities that could cause harm when I'm in my manic episodes, but almost anything can harm me.

Terri was against that, saying I should do things normal kids do. That one word struck me like lightning. Normal. I've always wondered if I was ever normal. I was too afraid to ask my mom or brother Branson, because they might say that I wasn't. Now, I'm a sophomore in high school. I've diagnosed for almost four years. I have a decent amount of friends…well, a set of friends for both of my personalities.

When I'm in my depressive episode for two weeks, I'm very observant in the Drama Club, where I work as an actor's assistant. Some of the people who actually do the performance are snobby. Leslie, the star of all the performances, constantly bosses me around. I don't why I was chosen to be her assistant, but the good thing that comes out of it is that I get to see all of the performances for free. And I get to see Andrew…the cute sophomore who works as part of the stage crew.

His sandy brown hair always shines when he's under the stage lights. His sandy brown hair and ocean blue eyes reminded her of the beach in southern Sol City. He and I are friends, but I have actual feelings for him. I have heard that he has led on girls, but he's so sincere to me. He and I laugh at Leslie's failed attempts to flirt and sometimes, we hang out during breaks. When I happen to be in my manic episode, Andrew and I play pranks on people. He's careful not to let me do anything reckless.

On the other side, I'm also in marching band. Ironically, Andrew's in it too, and he and I both play clarinet. In my depressive episode, my friends and I just talk about normal stuff, and they tell jokes to try to get me to smile. Another one of my friends, Mason, a tenor saxophone in marching band and concert band, is really funny. Thanks to him, I'm really into that's what she said jokes, in both of my episodes.

When I'm in my manic episode, I'm extremely outgoing and call some of the jokes. I've learned not to do reckless things, but sometimes I forget and my friends have to talk me out of it. Even in class, I participate a lot. In my depressive episode, I don't so much.

Leslie, on the other hand, treats me like a freak when I'm in my manic episode. I stand up to her, and she thinks that's unnatural. She tells the drama teacher, Mrs. Secrest, that she wants a new assistant, but Mrs. Secrest always replies with

"This is a good way for her to get along with people, no matter what episode she's in."

Mrs. Secrest is also the Psychology teacher at Solstice High, so go figure.

I always seem to have a good time at school, no matter what episode I'm currently in. But, all of that changes when I forget to take my medicine one day and see something that changed me and my disorder forever. Come join me on my journey through friendship, betrayal, and romance.

So now you know about Prim Wylde. The next chapter will be coming up, hopefully soon. You know the life of and average high schooler. Leave a review for me if you like. I appreciate feedback on my stories so I can see what I have improved or what I need to have improved. Thanks!