Struggle For Acceptance part 1I remember. I remember like it was yesterday. Getting up early in the morning. Looking at myself in the mirror to make sure my hair wasn't a mess, my eyeliner wasn't smearing, my shirt didn't get anything on it. I walked down to the bus stop. It was an early spring morning. The sky was still pitch black. The moon still out. I was a senior at Big Walnut. A clumsy, awkward student. I wasn't the smartest. I wasn't a straight A student. Nor a student who was active in clubs. I was a more shy student.
I got on the bus. The bus filled with 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. But mostly there were freshmen. We pulled up at the school. I walked down the hallways. Receiving the odd glances from some. I was different. I wore different clothes. I didn't understand: why was I still not fitting in? I was nice to every person I knew. I loved making new friends.
A few periods later there came my favorite subject: German. However, since the beginning of the year, I've been starting to dislike German class. Not