Recycling bin

A book that is a W.I.P (work in progress)

Prologue 1: I was that kid all alone at the lunch room table nobody notices but hears about from their friends I was that kid they said "you know that kid named Timmy? Oh yeah isn't he that kid who sits alone?" And I'm here to tell you, yes I am that kid!

Prologue 2: In first grade not a lot of things had happened to me but everyone knew to not hang out with me I always ignored them till first grade, first day the day hadn't even struck noon and some kid saw, he said I had gross and icky hand writing and I was labeled the dumb kid but I was young so I didn't mind, plus I was the slowest kid to catch on to what he was saying so I did the worst thing anyone can do in this situation I laughed and laughed of or what I felt like hours and he was horrified In a way and yelled "teacher Timmys making fun of me!" He ran away fake crying out into the recess yard and I was stuck in my endless hole of desperation and happiness thinking "why? Why did he do that? And i thought that the whole year every year for the rest of my life".

Prologue 3: The last day of school is the best day? Not for me, i was alone i had no friends there were year book signings as soon as we entered all friends were asking one another "sign please" but for me i had no one and i wrote in it "recycle bin" my only friend the only THING in life I had, the only thing i looked forward to at the end of the day then as i stared into the white abbys what was my empty signing page then "blam!" A rubber ball slammed my head stubblling to the ground, tears rolling down my cheaks but i was sucking it up and i heard laughs all alround left, right, up, and even down and i ran and ran strait through the school doors and ran home even though it was only 2:00 still 45 mins till school ended and i ran into my house and into my room, my parents hadn't even come home and i did not care I cryed for a while then I just walked around town grabing items and recycled them this went on for an hour then i layed down on my bed in a ball and passed out for what felt like days, saying to myself recycle, recycle, recyc........ And i was out of this world.

Summer (First Grade): Summer was a boring time for me, It was filled with "sighs" and "huhs" because of my T.V addiction but I got bored of that so I walk around the neighborhood and JUST walked, I had no one to say hi too and nowhere to go why go home when theres nothing to go home to I always went to the park but my sanity didn't last long and I went home for a while and slept. School I had wondered school I wish I was in school why does summer exist If you have no friends MY dads always too busy in work to care and MY mom is cleaning so I dont bother her and my dad said i had mutured thinking for a first grader and for the whole summer I just thought, recycled, walked, watched, and slept and I had thought "what is the pont if i have nothing to do and no where to go why does summer exist" flew through my head the whole summer.

Second Grade (First Days):  My first days in second grade were short because of our teachers they thought "oh there still little kids" but most of had the mind set of a fourth grader but they didn't care they treated us like two year olds, the kids weren't much better but i ignored them because I was in