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I see a wall. Not a wall that people make but, a wall in my mind. A wall that I can break down, and be free. Then, my mother comes in, and asks why her daughter Ana is not doing anything. I always seem to not fit in at school. But....this is a new year, and a new school. My parent's are divorced, and I live with my mom. We moved in the summer, and I still haven't made any friends. Tomorrow is the first day of school, and I am not excited. I wish I had wings, so I wouldn't have to go to school. I never raise my hand, and I never sit in the front. But, this year is different.      

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