I started a new school and dancing a month ago, and life has been great. I made so many new friends, I still talk to Jessica and Giselle, and I won an award for most improved dancer. Wow, I never thought I would get this far. My new classmates don't care that I used to be poor and sort of homeless. In fact, they love that about me. They say "She tell great stories about it. It's like she never took it personally and didn't make a big deal of it. I love Abigail. She's awesome, and her past is pretty cool. How she walked for a week to get from her old shack house to her dad's house. She's such an inspiration to me." I love my new school. I'm in all honor classes, and I'm excepted. That, that is most important to me.