Who Am I?

Chapter 2

It was first grade now. I was really smart. On my first report card I got straight A's. So for my present, my parents let me dye my hair.

I thought it would impress my best friends Natasha and Veronica (Veronica lived in front of my apartment complex) and maybe even the other girls and boys. When I got to school, everyone stared at me. I couldn't tell whether they were good or bad. Then the whisperings started.

My so called best friends came to me and started pulling on my red-tipped hair. "I bet it's fake," Veronica said.

Natasha exclaimed, "It looks like clown hair!"

I viciously turned away from them. "Stupid hair." I mumbled angrily.

"Now, Kory. That's not a good word we should be using, now is it?" Ms. DeSousa called to me.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized wiping a tear away from the corner of my pouted lips. Why doesn't anyone like me?

At recess, I went to play at the park on the monkey bars. I took karate and my arms were bigger than my body. I was better than the boys.

I got teased for that. Two boys named Christian and Adam always told me that I'd might as well be a guy. They were so mean.

During playtime, Adam wouldn't share his cars with me. When it was story time on the carpet Christian stepped on my fingers. When it was the day to switch our library books they'd always steal the one I would want.

There was one boy at school who took karate with me. His name was Jonathan and I swear he looked like Taylor Lautner from Sharkboy and Lavagirl. I had the biggest crush on him.

The thing was, he was best friends with Adam and Christian. Although, he wasn't mean to me. I was just to scared to approach him first of all, because he was a boy; secondly, I liked him; and finally, because he was always near the mean guys.

It got me bummed. I was a loner for the entire day. My group was the popular group that I finally got into. Now we were in a fight.

When I got home I didn't tell my mom about the hair incident. That's when I learned how to hide what happens in school from my parents. Only in first grade.

The next day at school was worse. Veronica was being mean to me now, too. I figured out why, she liked Adam. Since Adam was mean to me she Veronica was mean to me.

At recess I wrote my journal.

Thursday, May 23, 2008

Dear Diary,

It's been a really long time since I wrote here. Veronica hates me because she likes Adam now. Jonathan will never like me because everybody hates me. Good thing I'm moving to a different school next school year. Maybe people will like me there.

Love,

Kory Frey