The time has come for me to talk about the thing that has gave me worries for the past 2 weeks. I don't hate the classes, but the people in them.

People has been calling me names and saying my name then laugh at me for it. I thought that was behind me in middle school.

People have told me that petty stuff was in middle school, but nope it hasn't ended.

I had made a new friend named Maya. And I have 2nd period with her and Celeste. Yay and it's one of my favorite classes, THEATRE.

We had to write a poem about ourselves and here's the one I wrote:

Lisa Yang, that's the name
As a person with shame
I know that I don't belong in the small town of Hondo
And all the other places that are wrong

In this world where you make or break
Every decision is a chance I take
Someone who seem so bright
But on the inside can be as dark as night

People would describe me as weird
Good or bad, identity uncleared
I am peaceful with friends
But if crossed, it will be your end

Things aren't always what they seem
They might have eyes of a tiger that gleam
To others I am devolved
But to me they are a mystery unsolved.

Okay that's the end