I kissed her bald head one last time before she departed from the earth. Beads of tears fill my eyes, as I clutch papa's russet overcoat sobbing onto his flannel shirt. The rain pitter pattered against the car window as thousands of thoughts pile in my mind. Who will comfort me at school about this? It's not like I have any friends or anything like that. Ever since my mother was diagnosed with cancer a year and a half ago, Carrie Johnson and her friends have been giving me a hard time because I've been very emotional at school. They call me "Hormoney" instead of my real name, Harmony. All of the kids at my school are mean, selfish, people that think they know what's going on in other kid's lives. They think they can say and do whatever they want to anyone. Personally I try to ignore them, after all I have never known what it's like to have a friend. It can't be all that great.
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General FictionHarmony is a socially awkward, short, 4 eyed 13 year- old who has no friends. If things weren't bad enough she loses her mother to cancer. She is made fun of at school because she cries when she thinks about this event. Her father tries to boost he...
