Dear mom
1 month later
Today was the first day of school.
I could feel all eyes on me.
I hate attention.
I was only 11, and everyone already knew me.
Today, the principal had to talk to my class.
Class just started, and he walked in.
My heart sunk to my stomach.
He had us all sit in the back of the room, and he started telling everyone.
"So as you guys may know, one of the students in here had a hard summer".
As soon as he said that I started crying.
And my friend hugged me.
"Their mom died this summer, and as you guys may know, it was Taylor."
I started crying more and more.
"Now don't go up and ask her what happened, if she wants to tell you she can, but just treat her normal."
I kinda calmed down a bit.
"She is very strong, and I don't blame her for crying right now".
Wow what a great way to start off 6th grade.
I already wanted to go home.
The more they talk about you the more broken I get.
Short chapter, I know. I hate talking about this, but it's my story and I should share it to help out people.
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