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Tired

Great! A new school in the middle of the year! What could be better! I thought as I lay down on my bed. Why couldn’t dad have chosen a more permanent job, like opening a bakery, or something like that? But no, he had to choose working for a HUGE company and now we had to move. But it wasn’t an upgrade. No. We went from a house to an apartment in 3 days! God!

I sat up and grabbed the wooden banister at the end bed, looking at the crap in the corner of the room that I would have to haul to that low-grade public school I just had to go to tomorrow. It’s hard enough to start at a new school at the start of the year. And on top of that, I heard from the principal that there is a blind kid in my class. I’ll probably have to beat someone up for bugging him. I hate it when people pick on kids just because they are different. It pisses me off!

I lay back in my bed; I didn’t notice how tired I was until then. My eyes closed slowly and I fell asleep, not even noticing what time it was.

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