

Chapter Two I was excited for school for the first time I could remember. I was ready for school ten minutes early; a record for me, and a large change from being late every school day of seventh grade. I was waiting in the car, waiting for the bus to arrive and pick me up. God dammit, I thought to myself as a large SUV pulled up in front of me, blocking my view. Those stupid parents and their spoiled kids. It was well known that the younger children of the school, the elementary school students, almost all had annoying mothers who spent the majority of the time sticking their nosesChapter Two


Chapter One I glanced around anxiously at the bus stop, willing for it to arrive quickly. I hadn't gotten around to purchasing a sweater from the school's uniform store, and at seven in the morning it was all the more necessary from me catching some sort of disease. That's it, I thought to myself. If I get hypothermia or something, I will be so pissed... No more than I first thought this did the familiar sight of that loud bus pull up, the gasoline burning a smell in my nose. I waited patiently to get on, and finally stepped up the worn out black steps to the inside of tChapter One


TeaserYour eighth grade year. In between middle school and high school, a year you don't seem to fit under any written category. Schoolwork gets less important, and your social standing seems to want to rise. Crushes may become more than eyeing them from across the classroom; new friendships will rise as well as fall. The real life "coming of age" story, though beyond what has been written down before. The highs and lows of living this - and everyone has or will.Teaser
That's what Hannah must go through now. This story takes place from the beginning of her first day of eighth grade to the parting words at the final moment when she leaves it all be
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