I finished the book. It's honestly frightening how similar I feel to Charlie. Anyways, where was I...? I had just written about Cody... so anyways... Middle-school was hell... and every year, I had less and less desire to do my given tasks. I started failing hard in the 8th grade. My guardians were pulling every trick and every favor they could to try to get me to pass. To do my work. To be myself again... but this was me.
     That was when I slowly started becoming a wallflower. That's when I started noticing all of the pain that everyone around me experienced... and it got to me. Over and over again, until one day I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. Things just seemed pointless to me. I didn't know what to do... so I got home and instantly went to sleep. When I woke up to the sound of my grandparents arguing, my face was still wet with tears. I overheard how they said they were going to send me off to a "boy's home" or something, where bad boys got taken away from their families and never got to see them again. I thought they didn't love me anymore... I thought that they didn't want me around because I was just a waste of space. 
     I calmly stood up, walked to the bathroom and took the razor out of a shaving razor, and sliced at my arms for the first time. I walked out of the bathroom and just looked at them, arms dripping crimson into the carpet. I asked them if they wanted me gone. They said no. They started crying. I started crying harder than I had ever cried before. I just wanted them to be happy, and all I'd accomplished was the complete opposite. The next week I had to wear bandages on my arms to school. I didn't tell anyone except for Cody what I had done. That made me even more upset... I forgot all about Cody... I felt like it was my job to keep him happy... and here he was obviously disturbed by what I did. Cody had his own problems. The last thing he needed was for me to go and break down on him.
     Graduation of 8th grade year was both a sad, and great day. I was acknowledged for getting a poem of mine published into a book, and I think I made my reading teacher proud. The thought that I made her proud was one of the best feelings I had felt in the longest time. I cried at my graduation, and it was hard to hold back my tears. I felt like I was good for something again.
     Eventually all of my depression softly floated away, as if being carried on a spring breeze. I started branching out more and talking to more people, but only online because I didn't have much contact with friends over the summer. The beginning of my 9th grade year is where I really started to enjoy life again. I didn't have any more classes with Cody though, but we ate lunch and still talked to each-other in the halls. I did make another best friend though, his name was Johnny. Johnny reminded me a lot of Cody. Johnny was really funny and had a great sense of humor. It's terrible to say this but Johnny in a way replaced Cody that year... Cody stopped talking to me, and I got really depressed but I ended up talking to him again halfway through the year and me Cody and Johnny became great friends. I was also good friends with Johnny's sister Dakota, who became something of a sister to me. Cody got worse with his issues that year and gave into himself. The end of that year was unbearable. Johnny and Dakota moved away. I still miss them. Cody still misses Johnny.