Chapter 1

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Wow,everyone is so judgmental ,they don't know anything about me.So just cos i'm the quietest person in class and the one who actually likes to learn why judge me.My name is Adla ,so you begin to think I haven't heard that before...,well i'm Russian and live in America. I Started off life like it is now... quiet ,so happy don't talk to me cos this is what makes me feel good,I've always been like it when I was a baby it was different, noisy wouldn't sleep liked to be awake ,maybe nocturnal but focus was my strength.The thing I hate is people talk to much ,like a greedy kid trying to take every single sweet or chips out of the vending machine and even when theres no cash left ,he won't stop!It's what school is like when I first came it was just like that ,but now it frustrates me inside but I can hold it.Home is nice ,only there is always a lot going on parents working all the time and my siblings need help with stuff quite a bit, if its only me home.I love to paint tho or listen to music.

Time can be so precious to everyone and I guess that's why we all get so stressed ,we worry about what will happen when all that time runs out, I'm twelve and will be thirteen this year on the 4th August high school will begin and everything will change again ,the feeling I have is that it will be liking moving from Moscow.

America is a whole lot different very noisy and the people are varied ,the first thing a kid picked up on me was where are you from? no whats your name or anything...,it annoyed me I don't know you at all and you think you can randomly ask about my own life ,I just stared at him for a moment and then walked straight past as if to say just because i'm not the same as everyone in this classroom you don't need to know my whole life.

I think the looks got everyone too ,i'm tall for my age (5.7) I had just walked in upright posture hair brushed and wore dark blue jeans and a dark green wool jumper ,I don't know what hit me it was just they all looked up at me as if I was a model or was it just that you don't like other people than yourselves.

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