I hate it so much. It never shuts up, and in my case, it never  has anything nice to say either. I hate it so much I wish it would curl up and die. But it can't so I simply wish it would cease to exist. It's called the Human Voice.

CHAPTER 1

I woke up on that Tuesday morning, and immediately regretted it. I have school today. I used to love school until last year, then kids got mean.  And not like the normal type of mean. I would get dragged around on the bus by my hair, if I so much as said hello to someone they would tear my face into a piece of art, soley using bruises and cuts. I don't even know what I did wrong. I walked into middle school, expecting to be treated like a civil human being, yet I was treated like a New York sewer rat. It doesn't even matter, if I'm being treated this way, there must be a good reason why. I can't think of any other reason then me, it has to be my fault that I'm being treated like this, right?

The morning was a blur of my daily schedule, hygienic stuff, but I'm guessing that you don't want to know about that. I got on the bus, and quickly scanned for any open seats. Bingo! One right behind the bus driver. No one would harass me if I sat here, I hope.

I was right, all the seventh graders are in the back of the bus. No harm to me was done on the way to school. Nice!

I was late to first period due to locker trouble, but I hate world history anyway. I went in ten minutes late, and, lucky for me, she didn't mark me late.

After first period, was when I was grabbed from behind and pulled by my hair to trash can in the cafeteria, still full from the breakfast trash. I was heaved through the air, slammed in to one of the cans, it didn't seem that bad, then the trash bag was tied shut.