Days, Months, Years

Chapter 1

Already they've happened 3 months since they began the classes. I can't stop thinking about everything what has happened, the change of institute .. it was quite very fast, the head turns me, I am still very confused, I do not have a site where to fit and have the feelings flush with skin.

I need to return to my territory because this change is not nice for me. The girls of here are very immature and do not know anything of the raw reality. They don't imagine how much hurt they would make them the children of out for his bullshit. The society in which we live is a shit...

Ah yes! It me has forgotten to present me... My name is Martha Johnson I am 15 years old and I am in the penultimate year of institute, that is to say 3 ° IT. I live in Wisconsin, The United States, though I have Spanish ancestry. This year my mother has decided a changing of institute since already I have commented and sincerely she couldn't choose a worse college than the rich girls' college. 

At first everything was OK, quite (or almost the whole girls) SEEMED TO BE nice with me. After approximately two weeks the thing was started twisting and the whole class was putting his face of disgust. Since already I have said to you I need to return to my territory, this one is not my site.

 As for my aspect I am neither of average stature, nor very discharge not very low, have the chestnut-colored hair and the eyes color honey. I am the absolute one carried away of the music the whole people that I know say to me that I sing well (it is not that I think the same thing).

 I have had several " loving hurricanes " but none has ended positively. With regard to the boys of this rich kids' college there is none that costs a sorrow. It is by night and tomorrow I have institute. I have an absolute depletion...