I started school here in Maine yesterday. There is no one there like my friends here. I'm trying not to cry half of the time the other half I'm crying. I have to be tough and be brave. Everyone here calls me a freak, weirdo, or ugly. I try to be tough but sometimes that doesn't workout well. I haven't left my room since I got home today. I just want to scream at every little thing that is bugging me. I cry about missing my friends, my dad not finding work, my mom smoking addiction, and all the hurtful and rude words everyone says. Being tough is going to be one of the toughest things I've ever done. With everything going wrong I don't think anything is going to go right. Just like a quote when the nothing is going right go left, but I don't know what direction I have to walk for things to go right since I've tried every direction.
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Walking the Line
TeenfikceA 12 year-old girl had to try to fit in in a new school in the middle of the year. She has to be brave, tough, and smart to open up and be her-self.
