Life Maybe Hard

kindergarten (chapter teresa actually starts talking some)

Why was she sent to corner you ask? She refused to talk. Why make her talk she has anxiety. It's bad but they don't see it.
They let her out of corner and her teacher takes her to the hall to talk.
Teresa thinks oh no I'm in big trouble mommy will be mad at me.
Teacher: Teresa what's wrong
Me(teresa): shakes head no
Teacher: you didn't talk in class you were supposed talk about yourself.
Me: anxiety.
Teacher: oh ok go back into class with me.
As I walk back into class I get scared.
Teacher: Hey Olivia come here right quick.
Olivia: ok [skips to front of room]
Teacher: [whispers] Olivia you have anxiety to right?
Olivia: yeah.
Teacher: teresa meet Olivia.
Me: waves
Olivia: hi teresa we should be best friends!!
Teacher: teresa take this note home to your parents.
I get scared.

Finally gets home
I throw my stuff on floor and go to kitchen.
Me: mom
Mom: just a second. How was your day?
Me: doesn't reply
Mom: teresa?
Me: walks to mom
[climbs into mom's lap]
Mom: [reads it out loud] teresa refused to talk in class today she says she has anxiety so I helped her make a friend. She was sent to corner today and you need to help her with communication skills.
Me: mommy am I in trouble?
Mom: we will talk bout it when your dad gets here he wants to see you today
[Walks to my room]
Me: [says in head] why does daddy want to see me today?
Dad: teresa I'm here
[Walks and jumps in his arms]
Dad: looks like a little girl missed me. How was school?
[Shows him the note and sits on floor]
Dad: [yelling]teresa stop being so quiet talk already.
I start to cry.
Dad: go to your room it's nap time.
Walks to my room
Mom: dont be so harsh on her.
Dad: you need to get her to talk.
Mom: don't yell at her she won't talk.
Dad: get her say a sentence and ill say sorry.
Mom: teresa come here.
Walks in room.
Mom: sweetheart tell daddy about your classroom.
Me: daddy it's a big classroom it's so pretty you should see it. Take my to school tomorrow?
Dad: yes I'll take you tomorrow. Teresa I wanna say sorry that I yelled at you.
Me: yawns and falls.
Mom: she's tired I'll carry her bed. You wanna come?
Dad: let me take her to bed you make dinner she should wake up in few hours.
He carries me to bed and turns on night light