I'm walking home from school thinking about all the horrible things that happened
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.