1 part Complete MatureAs the bell rang, signaling school ended for the day. I watched everybody rush out of the class to meet with their friends in the halls. As for me, I tried to stall still inside the classroom, not wanting to face the bullying and teasing that came with not dressing nice in school. Standing from my assigned seat, gathering my things together before putting them inside my bookbag, I took my sweet time. Seeing the class mostly empty now, I tossed the straps around my shoulders and headed out of Mrs. Coan's classroom. Walking into the main hall, I brace myself to face the popular kids gathered by the lockers, showing off their new outfits, jewels, haircuts, and pocket money.
Although we were in elementary school, it wasn't hard to notice which kids came from money and which students struggled at home. As for Myself, I was one of the bummy kids. Knowing somebody would pick on me for something they had & I didn't, I strolled towards my locker to get my coat. I was the student who never had money to buy snacks at lunchtime or books from the book cart that came to our homeroom on Mondays.
I was always sharp when it came to schoolwork, and learning came naturally to me. It was effortless to get straight A's on my report card. Yet I couldn't add up how to change my living environment and earn money to buy nice things like the others in my class. Where most kids couldn't wait to get home to play their video games or sports, I was going home to an environment full of crime and drugs.
