It was my first day of 7th grade,I got up early in the morning to get ready and head off to school. I didn't want to get up and go to school because i knew that i might get picked on since i'm very different.
I cant believe she lives here.
look at this place its a mess.
where did you get your clothes,the garbage ?!
why do many people have to make fun of the way I dress?
Dont let everybody be mean to you just because where your from ,the way you dress,or where you live.
Maybe she is right and I shouldn't let people be mean to me and I shouldn't care of what they think.