I looked down the hall, I was wearing my new outfit. Everyone was giggling. Were they giggling at me? I hid my face behind my binder and my school books. I felt ashamed. Why did I feel ashamed? I don't know. All I know is to don't judge me. You don't know. You don't know what I've been through. I'll tell you what I've been through. Enough! Enough for you people to stop what you are doing and to at least help me out for once, but you choose not to. Don't Judge me. You don't know.