I always have had trouble expressing my feelings. The only person that I can trust is Leanne. I've know her since 5th grade.
Today was the first day of 8th grade for me. I'm nervous about how this school year is going to be. Last year was better than my sixth grade, because I felt a little bit better about myself.
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On the bus today it was hard to find a seat, because my bus was crowded and I was one of the last person to get on. Once I got off the bus I went straight to my homeroom. I saw some of my old friends and some new people that I have never talked to. I was just hoping that this year would be better than last year.
Ms.Brown, my math teacher, was telling how 8th grade is different from 7th grade, and how the rules have changed. After my Math class was over I went to the school cafeteria and they gave me chicken nachos, which tasted nasty.
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Once I got home I did my homework . "How was school sweetie?" My mom asked. I replied "Um, I guess it was good". She noticed that I really didn't want to start a conversation with anybody, so she left me alone
