Well, I got it up. Yay, go me!

Ken: You don't seem very enthusiastic about it.

Fordina: Oh I am.

Ken: Okay…

Fordina: What?! I am! Really!

:: Shakes head :: Either way! I don't own Digimon and ever— well you know the drill!

" - " = Talking.

' - ' = Thinking.

Through the Years:

A Story about Me

By: Fordina

Chapter 14- Remembering the Past

~^~FlashBack~^~

"But I do see them!" I yelled.

The principal just shook his head. "Traci…"

"Twaciwee…" I mumbled, my voice somewhat slurred because I had just lost a tooth a little while ago.

"What?" He asked.

"My name is Twaciwee, not Twaci… I'd appweciate you getting that wight…" I really had no idea what was taking over me. But… I felt more assertive… More confident… It was a strange feeling.

"Tracilee… You can't go around telling children that you see yourself getting hurt in your head… Even if it was true which I'm sure it isn't…"

"But I didn't tell childwen! I told Amelia because I thought she could keep a secwet! But I guess I was wong…" I mumbled a little hurt. Amelia had been my best friend since school started. She was one of the only people that would talk to me. Well… Besides my other best friends Brice, who I had known for years now.

The guidance councilor came and crouched down in front of me, so we were eye level.

"Tracilee… I know you feel strongly about this… But it just isn't possible. And Amelia had all the right to come and tell us, she was probably just worried about you…"

"Nah uh! She's just a snitch that wants attention…" I argued.

The councilor sighed. "Mr. and Mrs. Kazaki? Can we have another word with you privately?"

My parents nodded and all five of them walked back out the door that I had just walked in through.

Curious as to what they were saying I crept over to door and pressed my ear against it.

It was a little muffled but I could get the gist of what they were saying.

"We think that you should look into psychiatric help for Tracilee…" At that age I had no idea what the hell psychiatric help was… But I didn't like the sound of it.

"What she's been saying that she sees could bring more dramatic trauma later on in life."

No it wouldn't. Because I would just ignore it. I told myself stubbornly as I continued to listen.

"I have the name of a good psychiatrist that you may want to call. And I also suggest that Tracilee attend daily visits with me. So we can talk," It seems that councilors liked to talk. She's been the only one talking since they left the room.

"If that's what you think best," I heard my mother say. They were betraying me… All of them. They're all against me! I couldn't and still can't understand it… what I saw isn't that bad is it…?

I quickly and quietly ran back over to my chair as I heard them coming back into the room.

"Tracilee, come on dear. We're going home," My mother said grabbing my hand.

"But what about school?" I asked looking up at her.

"You're going to be going somewhere other then school for a few days okay?"

I didn't like that idea… But then again I didn't like school either. But I would rather fight through school then wherever they were going to send me. But I just nodded and looked to the ground.

Once outside the office I saw the councilor was on the phone talking to someone.

"To-morrow? That's excellent! We'll set up later appointments after the first visit… Yes this will be fine… All right, yes we'll do lunch soon… Okay, see you soon… Bye," She hung up and walked over to my mum and dad. "I've set up an appointment for to-morrow at half eleven."

Appointment? For what? I thought.

"Thank you. And we'll see you in a week or so," Tugging on my arm I followed my mother and father out the doors of the school. Still bewildered at what was happening.

~^~EndFlashBack~^~

Those 'appointments' were the worst… But not as bad as the medication… You don't even know how many pills I had to take a day. To get me out of the supposed 'depression' I was in, and I had to see that quack for almost two years… If this was supposed to make me better… Well… it wasn't working. I stayed away from people even more then I did before. Or it might have been the other way around. People were pretty terrified of me. Still kinda are I guess.

At the beginning of grade one, I met Chantelle; she and I became friends.

Every once and a while I would see a kid pull her to the side, asking her why she was hanging around me. She would always simply say, "Because she's my friend."

No body had called me a friend since before all this had happened. But Chantelle stuck by me. For reasons I still don't know of.

So when Chantelle left the end of last summer, you could imagine how hard it was on me. I mean… I only had Chantelle and Zaira.

You may be wondering what happened to my other best friend, Brice. Well the truth is… I really have no idea. I have no idea where he went. I think he moved… And just didn't tell me.

That irked me I'll tell ya. But I couldn't and can't do anything about it. So no use living in the past.

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Another chap done. Yay! If you want to know what's truth and what's not from this story then you can email me anytime and I'll tell you. But only if you ask nicely! ^o^ Remember to review. It's always nice to see. And I'm a review hog… I need them to survive ^^ Till next chap!