The high school story.

I once was an A student, an officer in AFJROTC, and a mentor for freshman students as well as sophomores and juniors. Then November of 2008 came, and my life had turned into a drastic, inconceviable nightmare-slowly but surely.
It all came upon me slow. The migraines were every week, or every two weeks. Nothing excederine couldn't handle, maybe taking a mild barbituate if I couldn't take the pain. Then November turned to December. The migraines were coming on more frequent, about 3/week. I focused on JROTC, LinkCrew, and raising my gpa... The
Reason? My freshman year's first semester my mom developed Adult Respritory Distress Syndrom after a ruptured ulcer,the day I was due in court for a stupid mistake of underaged drinking, which left me distraught of my mom being so close to death, and I ended up with a .2 gpa. Through this ordeal, my sister was suffering with a disease herself, addiction to alcohol, cocain and heroin. My father, who was sober from alcohol himself for about 5.5 years started to drink because he knew of the mortality rate (10% typically survive,) and I didn't know what to do but give up. When my mother was out of the ICU, and home, my dad stopped drinking and it was a new semester, a fresh start. Plus I knew I couldn't play soccer unless I had the grades. I ended up getting all A's, playing soccer and building a relationship like I've never had with my sister or brother. We were the best of friends, especially Laura.
I remember the day. It was a day where I had reconciled conflicts, got good test grades and I was learning of how airplanes fly in JROTC. Then the secretary, principal and cop pulled me out, asked me to bring my things, and go to the office. My sister was due in court for a suspended liscence charge and jail time was iminent. The night before, I told her everything was going to be okay and I loved her so much. The team pulled me into the principals office. Every office member was in that room, the size of a jail cell. I saw my brother before I walked in, and then I saw my dad crying. He looks up and says, "Laura's gone they found her dead." I died that day, too. April 17, 2006. I said let's leave, then I saw my counsiler with my brother fixing coffee. I gave him a hug so big and we left my school, my face black with my mascara running. That day I had a soccer game, I have never played so aggresive, kicked the ball so hard with such accurasy and I made a goal. My team gave me bears, flowers and cards and came to the funeral. My teachers worked with me, but not my English teacher. Sometimes I'd walk off campus to the pond and cry. I then ended up by start of second semester of junior year in 2 honors classes, an AP class, had a college certificate and was in another college class and becoming a Mayor's top 100 teen, as well id risin my gpa to a 3.785 But I had migraines daily that junior year. I wasn't playing soccer, I quit cross country, and didn't finish my final tryout day of swimming. My life, family, acadaemics and health was going out of control. No doctor believed the migraines kept me up for days, lasted for anywhere from 3 to 6 days.
I stopped going to the the 4 blocks, would catch up in my academics only to be behind. So by December of my senior year, I lost my C/Cpt. position, missed out on my 2nd year linkcrew leadership and had lost all friends and haven't gained them back. At this point, I've gone to 5 doctors- OBGYN, general practitioners, 3 neurologists. I never was able to fulfill my graduation requirements, because of my freshman year's .2 start, and am still trying to graduate.
At this point, I'm still suffering with 3-4 migraines per week. I have problems with my hormomal system, my neurologist is smart but doesn't know what to do with me, i'm on 24/7 pain patch and low mg. Oxycontin. At 18.

And yet, this is just the start of my 4.5 years in high school.