It had been the worst day of my life. Bobby didn’t like me….probably even hated me. My friends were evil. My teachers didn’t understand what I was going through and were being mean to me because of it. My parents would be the same way. And now I had to go home to my sister’s birthday party.

All the way home I felt like crying. Could I even go back to school. I had to, I knew. But, EVERYONE was going to make fun of me and pick on me. My teachers probably hated me more now than they did before.

I had major problems, and nobody to talk to.

I reached my house and walked up the walk way.