Chapter 3: Sixth Seventh and Eighth Grade

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Today was my first day of 6th grade and middle school, and I decided to wear a dress. It was purple, and frilly, a lot like my third grade dress. Once I finished combing my wet hair, I got on the bus and sat by myself since Dillon sat with his friends.

Once we arrived at school, I suffered. At lunch, I sat at a table with about eight other girls, they laughed and one of them even punched me. I cried warm tears and hid in the girls bathroom, holding the two teeth that she just punched out of my mouth. I dialed my mothers number and sobbed while I was on the phone with her.

"Please come get me mom, please!" I hung up and soon enough, She came to pick me up.
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Today is the first day of 7th grade, and I stare at the ground. I am wearing an Attack on Titan shirt and blue jeans. Remember the girls that punched those two teeth out? Well, they ended up being permanent teeth, so I had to get fake teeth, but I have a permanent lisp.

I haul myself onto the bus and plop down on the seat, hoping that the bus crashes so we don't have to go. But it doesn't happen.

At the end of the day, the bell rings, and we all rush out of the last hour classroom. I exit the school, but my hand is forcefully grabbed by somebody. I am pulled behind the school by the girl that punched me last year, Kiara, and she starts to insult me. Then, when I decide to spit on her, she punches me in the left eye, the one with the scar, and then kick me once I'm on the Ground.
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Today is the first day of 8th grade, and I dread going to school. I'm wearing a beautiful light pink dress, and my hair is brilliantly curled. I enter the bus and sit by myself, like usual.

Once were at school, I avoid everybody that could cause trouble with me. But I run straight into the trouble. Kiara pulls me into the storage room and ropes my hands and feet together, then duct tapes my mouth shut. She puts me in the corner of the room and begins kicking me as hard as possible.

I know I should be happy that that dog attack didn't kill me, but I wish it would've.
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