Ms. G?
Can I read something from my diary?
That'd be great
Who's he?
He's been with us since freshman year, fool.
Whats his name?
I don't know.
This summer was the worst summer in my short 14 years of life.
It all started with a phone call.
My mother was crying and begging,
asking for more time.
As if she were gasping for her last breath of air.
She held me as tight as she could and cried.
Her tears hit my shirt like bullets
and she told me we were being evicted.
She kept apologizing to me.
I thought I'd have no home.
I should have asked for something less expensive at Christmas.
On the morning of the eviction,
a hard knock on the door woke me up.
The sheriff was there to do his job.
I looked up at the sky,
waiting for something to happen.
My mother has no family to lean on,
no money coming in.sad face
Why bother coming to school.
or getting good grades if I'm homeless?
The bus stops in front of the school.
I feel like throwing up.
I'm wearing clothes from last year.
Some old shoes
and no new haircut.
I kept thinking I'd get laughed at.
Instead I am greeted by a couple of friends
who were in my english class last year
and it hits me.
Mrs. Gruwell,
my crazy English teacher from last year
is the only person that made me think of hope.
Talking with friends about last year's English
and our trips.
I began to feel better
I received my schedule
and the first teacher is Mrs. Gruwell
room 203
I walk into the room and feel as though
all the problems in life are not so important anymore.
I am home.
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