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The Crazy Life of Phillis Hearting

How should I describe my day? A pitiful, messed up twenty-four hours of my life that I will never get back. Being a teenager is rough; rougher than you think. High school is totally like a jungle. You have the popular kids and jocks as the lions, and then you have everyone else as the prey. These few years are curcial on us young adults. We are trying to figure out what to do with our lifes, and what kind of person we long to be. Wait...I'm getting off topic. Let's start at the very begining.
My name is Phillis Hearting. Most people call me Lily, and I do perfer Lily. I just moved from Charleston, West Virginia, to New York City. It was a HUGE change for me. Today was my first day of school, and I was ridiculed as some sort of hillbilly. Back at my old school, I was student council president, and very popular. Now, I'm at the bottom. I never knew what it felt like to be bullied, and trust me, it's not fun.
So after the harsh words from the legion of pimpled face adolesences, I got lost in the school. It was gianormous!!! No school in West ?Virginia that I knew of was that big. Anyways, I was late for class, and got laughed at. Northern people thing southern accents are too funny for words. But hey! They shouldn't be talking. If you logically think it over, you would realize that everyone has an accent.
Next came the dreaded lunch. It was utterly disgusting; just a grey blob of carbs. I had no where to sit, and no friends to hang with. So, I just stood around looking like an idiot. I missed my friends and old life. Divorces were hard; espically on the children.
Constant fighting.
Evil lawyers who don't listen.
And parents who don't care.
I pushed those thoughts from my mind, and brushed off the tears with my finger. How long would this day last? The other periods seemed to linger on, and I had never felt so alone. Would my life always be this way? Will I ever be happy? Change isn't good. Infact, it hits you harder than a train.
Finally, the bell rang at off to home I went. Things were hell there as well. My little brothers, Jack and Gabe, were screaming and fighting with each other. Mom wouldn't be home until midnight. I had to deal with the two wild beasts myself. Yippy!

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