As the days go by and air gets cold I lay here and think... hmm does this really feel like home, is this place a home for me to stay here or is it were everyone will hate on you and pick on you. Everyday Alice goes through the same stuff she get picked on and mistreated. Alice will go to her room and maybe think to herself if I go in my room they want bother me. Alice thinks..... will this ever end does this end will I need to die in order for them to stop picking on me.
