My name is Vincent pardolla and I recently moved here from NewYork, I'm 15 years old and I get made fun of because my dad is abusive and my mom died when I was 3.
I slowly walked back to my seat while kids stared at me I knew this was going to be a long year...
When I got back to my seat, this short blond girl with big blue eyes turned around and said "Hi! My name is kim"
I was kind of shy so I didn't say much " my name is Vincent"
Kim: nice to meet you Vincent, where did you go to school before here?"
"I went to banebridge"
Kim: that's cool! I heard that is a good school"
"Yeah" I liked this girl, but she doesn't know my secret
I heard the bell ring and Kim slipped a paper in my hand,
Kim: call me sometime :)
But she uh didn't write her number down... That means I have to ask her for it
I walked out of the school looking for anyone that looked nice, yeah no one.
These football players came charging out of a bus and knocked me right over, a few of them looked down, but they just laughed
Kim: "Vincent!" "Are you ok?"
"I guess, ugh this day isn't going as planned"
Kim:" it's ok, middle school is always like this"
"Always?"
Kim: yep pretty much
"Ugh that sucks"
