My day started out pretty good. I mean, first day at school wasn't that bad. People didn't talk to me, so I guess that's good. There was about 250 kids at the school, and none of them talked to me. Just looked at me like I was an alien from Mars. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name Melissa Harley. I am 13 years old and I go to Sanderson Middle School. I am in 7th grade. I have blond hair that goes a little bit past my shoulders. It's very wavy, but I straighten some parts of it in the morning. I have bright blue-green eyes that sparkle in the sun. They change colors to a full blown blue when the sun hits them and a full blown green when I'm in the dark. I am five feet tall. My old school was Navidia Middle School. I just moved because we were losing money. We still lived in California, but I moved ten cities down from where I lived. Now I live in Sacramento, California. It was a lot cheaper to pay for the rent each day and my dad's work moved there, too.

I liked Nividia. I had all my friends. I felt normal and less frustrated on what I looked like everyday. My mom and I had to go shopping at Goodwill to buy clothes that kids were wearing. My mom would pick out the weirdest things like: dresses that fell all the way down to the floor, shirts that said, "My Mom Rocks!" or "Tickle Me!" with Elmo in the middle. She still thought that I was a kid. I would go into the adult section and see skinny jeans and low cut shirts that would show some cleavage, but she would think that that was too sluttish for me. That was really pissing me off. That's what moms do, I guess.

So here I was, walking around school with the clothes that I picked. I finally got her to crack. I just said, "Mom, that's what all the kids are wearing!" and she said that that was fine as long as I wore a jacket over the slut shirts, all day. I was fine with people not insulting me, but it was sort of weird with people starring at me funny. I was fine with that, like I said. I had some good teachers, but they made it worse for me during class. They would make mestand up and tell me to talk about myself in front of 32 students that had weird eyes staring at me. I just said, "Well, I'm 13 years old and I am in 7th grade. My old school was Navidia Middle School. I am five feet tall." Well what was I supposed to say? That my parents moved down here because we were poor? No, then people would not want to be around me, at all. I should just keep that on the down low.

At P.E., the teacher was pretty nice of not letting me run the mile that day. The track was pretty short compared to Nividia. There whole track was at least two laps. So, I was up for running this track any day. I wasn't a fast runner at all, though. Everyone in that class was like a Lamborghini speeding on the track. I couldn't believe it! It was amazing! I knew that I wouldn't be able to beat them at anything that involves running. The teacher didn't let me do anything that day, so I was completely bored! I couldn't stand it. I was meeling around a lot. People stared at me, even the teacher. They probably thought I was stupid. That was the worst time of the day, so far.

Next, was elective. That was boring because I had Health. I sat all the way in the back. I could tell that the last two who sat next to me were very popular. I hated the popular people. They were always snotty to you. They will never go up to any one who "lower" than them. I was so rude. I saw new people who would go to my school during the middle of the year, and all the popular people would go up to them and make friends. And they would become popular as well. Then all the other people that weren't popular, would not get a chance to meat any new people. It just wasn't fair! The two girls kept scooting as far away from me as possible. They thought I was weird, too. Well, of course they will! They are popular and I'm not! I'm a whole new thing to them.

Last period, and last part of the day ( thank god!), was the worst. The time was so slow. I would always check at the clock every minute. It just looked like the clock was moving back more and more every time I would glance at it. Time hated me, too. I could tell. I probably couldn't be any more hated than now. Once the bell rang at 2:51, I darted out the door, but the teacher yelled at me to get back and put up my chair. She said that if I did that again, I would get a detention. How was I supposed to know that I was supposed to put up my chair? I didn't get her. Another person that hates me. I can add her to my list.

I walked home. It was scorching hot. I was sweating all the way there. And while I was walking, a guy that was my age, yelled out the window, "Weirdo!". I started to cry. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't fight it! It was so hard. Everyone hates me! Well, guess what? I hate them all! I hate them, every single one! I thought. Everyone really did hate me. My mom always said to never think negative because that will attract the negative, but I couldn't fight that! That really was the worst day at my new school!