A Zoo

It's time to get ready. Another first day. I dont want to go, let me sleep the day away. I drag my feet to school. I have a new list of teachers. New classes. Now where do I sit? I sit down far in the back hiding from everyone else. I shut my eyes, and pray class goes by fast. As the first bell rings my stomach feels sick. Im stuck in this room, no escape. no friends. Now im terrified because a stranger sat down. What if they dont like me? What if they make fun of me like the others? You see, in this place you call a "classroom" and something else very wrong. its a jungle, a zoo. And im trapped until the end of fall.

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