Deeper

I'm Grace, Grace Ann Mitchell. It's the summer and in a few months I'll be starting high school. I don't

know if I'm quite ready for high school. I really hate school, well the people that come to school are the

ones I hate. They always prejudge me by looks or the way I talk before getting to know me deeper. I

just wish that people would get to know me deeper before bashing me. As much as I hate people I

think they hate me more. Each day I wonder what is it that I've done that is so bad that makes

people hate me so much. They don't know what I go through.They don't know what I've been

through.  I sometimes think if they knew the hurt, the pain & the struggle that lies behind my eyes

they wouldn't judge me anymore. Well, who am I to say what they might do? They don't care. I'm

glad it's summer, I don't have to deal with those creatures anymore. This summer for me is really

going great. This really cute guy moved next door, he always stares at me & it's just like we

communicate through eye contact. I've never had the courage to go up to him & say "I like you & we

should hang sometime." A small percentage of me thinks that he will laugh at me like everyone at

school but a greater percent believes that he will accept me for who I am; this brown skinned,

medium length thick coarse hair, freckles, a big nose & buck teeth. In school I'm the outcast & at

home I'm here for one thing.