"Students, there's a new kid coming, so be sure to pick on her, but only enough to make her cry," said Mr. Garrison.
I walked in the door wearing a strange attire for anyone my age, even stranger than the goths. I wore my blue and yellow chullo hat, a long sleeve shirt that looked inside out, it had a broken black heart on it, and a black and blue striped skirt.
"FAG!" Some fat kid yelled. Then, I flipped him off, and the teacher didn't see.
"Class, this is the new kid I was talking about, Cra- what the hell, what the fuck kind of a name is that?" He started while looking at a paper "Class, this is, fuck it! Call her Cra!" Mr. Garrison said.
"The fuck kind of a name is Cra." The fat kid yelled, and I flipped him off again.
"Cra, that is no way to act in my class, go to the principal's office!" Mr. Garrison said.
"My name isn't Cra it's-" I tried to finish but the fat kid interrupted me, "Cra! I knew from looking at you that you were a retard but now I know you're an emotionless retard!" Then he started laughing.
I ran I didn't cry, I just ran, wanting to start again, that's it, I'll dress as a boy, nobody will know it's me because that asshole teacher only said my name was 'Cra'.
