Chapter 2

Being forced to leave one house to go to another has never been easy. We moved into my Aunts.My mother , my brother and I all lived in one room. The room was small and cozy.the full sized bed was in the middle of the room. The closet was  covered in mirrors. We lived there for quite a while, growing up and having to share a bed with your mother is weird,

Never really having a place to call your own that is even harder.

I just want to be wanted, To have something that is mine and only mine. Somewhere i don't have to worry, I can be myself… Somewhere Im free.

Have you ever had that feeling when you just into a pool and it's that one moment before you hit the water? That moment of having absolutely no control of what's about to happen. Every day started to feel like that. After we must move from the only place I ever knew to Duxbury.

               

When I moved I went from being at a school that had a lot of money even though I None to school and had no money and then everybody in there had no money but everybody else thought they were better than everyone else.

they put me in the one class out of all the third-grade classes. They put me in the one with all the crazy excited hyper kids the ones that weren't afraid to get dirty sing at the top of their lungs dance around like nobody was watching and truly be themselves.

Mr. Stevens was built like a football player, no one understood why he was a teacher. His voice was a deep velvet, hauntingly beautiful. He never taught us anything. We would sing and dance in the class. He was the teacher that instead of giving reports he had a little new show that each student every week would be assigned a part of a new show music sports news weather. The Mr.Stevens show an idea to get a bunch of students excited to learn about things.

I never wanted to the music, I was always too afraid I didn't like being in the limelight it was just never that my thing. He loved for us to write stories, tell stories about our life and change things so we could have the eneding we wanted.

Most times he would have us read our stories in front of the class. I

I would get so nervous and cry or laugh uncontrollably because I didn't know what else to do.

I was sitting there on a tall stool the microphone in front of my face. I started to read, the smile on my face I could feel from ear to ear, down my face I could feel the hot tears pouring down my face down my neck and over my shirt. I was a girl for years that never got any attention I just didn't know how to react to when I finally had it, to have that many eyes up on me all at once, was just too much

I guess laughing or crying uncontrollably would be better than just standing there not knowing what to do. I only have made two friends by the end of my third-grade year at my new school the first friend I made her name was Johana and I stayed friends for a very long time she lived right around the corner from me, so I got to hang out with her a lot more.

Then there was Isaac, Isaac is more of a school friend you're only friends with him at school.

Then again, a new girl coming to school the middle of 3rd grade who would want to be friends with her. I always had a hard time fitting in I was quiet I kept to myself I was on the see that dorky cliché with the big pigtails in the thick glasses.

they only made the student of the month because the teacher felt bad for me. knowing that everything that was going on in my life. I had to start seeing this woman everyday

Mrs. Pettigrew and I would have lunch together and just talk. About me and only me. it was nice to have the attention. We would often talk about school, and the movies I saw on tv. I would never really finish my lunch I would drink my milk and eat my apple but that is really all I would ever eat. I would convince myself that I wasn’t that hungry. I believed myself, Inver felt hungry.

The less I ate the bigger I felt. Through my shirt but I was still way too big in my head Couldn’t see my toes I was too fat. Most times I would think I was too big, my bones I could see them. I would imagine being able to cut them off with a pair of scissors. I knew I had to eat someone was always watching and writing as I ate.

I was eight, but I wasn't stupid I know that she should be going taking pity on me, but to be honest I don't care. it was the first time in a long time that somebody paid attention to me and that it was all about me, nothing really. if anything, being student of the week made me feel stupid. If you were a student of the week you gave and graded the math and the spelling test. I never learned my times tables…

My old school we did division first.

Your mother putting you last because of work your brother and school

For an eight-year-old to truly to smile during all of this they would have to be on more antidepressants than any doctor would ever give to me.

Author's Note

sorry for the grammar