It was a rainy day here in Los Angeles California as the bell had rang I made my way to. Class as I passed by the hallways I noticed people starting at me some even made fun the way I dress and heard"look at that girl what is he wearing or " look guys it's the emo girl" I just kept ingoring them and countiued to walk to my class.
People had always call me emo different and some other bad names I can't remember.so I decide it's best to change.
The next day
I walked to school I noticed people where starting which was a good thing I hope. As I walk to my classes I heard one boy say" dang girl you look fine as hell" or " who is that pretty girl"
I felt I had fit in to this school and no one is going to know I was that emo girl no more which was,good but something was watching me I could feel it I saw a boy tall skinny dressed the same way as me emo style and said to me " why did u change" at first I respond "didn't you see how they all judge me for the way I dressed" " but that doesn't matter as long as u who you are and believe who you are deep down inside your self"
As with that he left leaving me alone in the hallway and I thought about his words that he said to me and he was,right.
