It was a cool, crisp day in September the first time I stood in front of that school. In that first instant I knew everything was about to change. All of a sudden I wasn't one of a few hundred kids fighting for a scholarship for one of the top boarding schools in the state; I was just one of thousands fighting for a quality education in a public school.

William McKinley High School, I was scared to see what they had in store for me here.
Over the next few days I struggled to find my niche. It was a much bigger school than I was used to. Aunt Cora thought it would be a good idea for me to get some exposure to culture. What she didn't realize was the Hell she was about to put me through.

I could've taken the easy route. I could have told the jocks that threw me against the lockers who I was. They probably would've respected me and showed me the way. But I refused. I would find my own way in this school.