Sixth grade… ugh… horrible.
On the first day of sixth grade, I came to school wearing this super cool outfit, but I fell asleep during the last class of the day, which was science. The teacher never liked me that much. Her name was very similar to mine… it was Marianne. But she wasn’t anything like me at all.
Then, some neighborhood girls who also went to my school started being mean to me out of the blue. They were in band class with me, and I remember that my parents ordered a flute from a store because it was out of stock, but it took a long time for that flute to arrive so those girls kept making fun of me, saying, ‘Where’s your flute?’ And then they said that some boy in our class made fun of my nails. (But I never heard him say that, so who knows if they made that up.)
Then, my best friend and I got grounded for making prank calls— this didn’t happen at school but it happened one month into the school year and we weren’t allowed to see each other during the whole month of September.
I told my crush that I liked him, and he rejected me. Not only that, but he wrote a humiliating note about me during math class to another girl… and the teacher caught him passing notes and read it in front of the whole class.
Yeah, sixth grade seriously sucked.