The teachers don’t know. Everyone thinks I am stupid and ill educated. Let them think what they want, I don’t want to be one of those stupid stuck up snobby girls anyway. Learn your part, he yells at me. I did; I know it, he just doesn’t listen to the quite girl in the corner. You’re too stupid to pass school, they yell when they see my report card. No, that is just temporary; I can change it anytime I want. I just want them to notice me.

I have been out writing again . . . disappointing again. That’s all I want to do, all I’ve ever wanted to do, but they just don’t get it. I am not a valedictorian, or a musical/ technical genius. Why can’t they see that? Why can’t they see I can play my part on the violin, and get my grades up anytime? Am I really just the ‘stupid retarded b****’ they imply and hint on? Why can’t they love me for who I am? I will never be like my older brother and sister. Cant they see that?