I get stares when I walk in my seventh grade homeroom class: Social studies. I've been home schooled for a year because I didn't want anyone to think of me any different: #failed. I didn't want to go to school but, coming back to this school, it brings back old memories. I was in summer care and this is where they put us. My mom forced me to go to school this year because she barely has enough money to pay rent for our apartment, let alone pay for a private tutor. Good thing my aunt owns the building, and I get paid to walk people's dogs around the neighborhood. This is a public school so all she does is have to pay taxes. When I get old enough for a job I'm going to get one.

I hand in my slip for being late.

I'm not mentally stable. I knew this before any counselors or doctors knew this. I can feel my sanity going to waste. It says that on my paperwork. To get into school. Mom said the school counselor will pick me up in a group around period five to talk about 'feelings'. I closed off from everyone about my feelings. I say that 'I'm fine' or 'don't worry about me , worry about yourself' because my brother dieing took a hit on everyone. The first few months I wanted to mean it but then after those few months I realized that I was never going to mean it. I was very close to Dominic.

"Take your seat Ms. Katrina," Mrs. Laieniey looked at the slip and put it on her desk, I can tell by her voice, she didn't care about me, "You will be siting next to Abigail, Abigail stand up". And with those words a scrony little girl that had dark brown hair with teal tips, dark blue eyes, and looks like she belongs in the second grade.

Yep, that's Abby Summers. Abby Summers was my best friend before I got home schooled. I tried not to text anyone, and push everyone away, excluding my older brother, Roman, because I didn't want anyone else to feel my pain. He lives in Canada with my dad. I live with mom. I walk down the aisle with all my binders and put them down. Abby looks so surprised when she saw me. She hugs me, even though she knows I don't like that. But I like her hugs. I miss her hugs.

"I missed you", Abby says in a squeaky voice.

"Puberty is still trying to hit you, huh?" I punch her in the shoulder, lightly.

"OW!" Abby whisper screams in a high pitch tone, like it hurt, while the teacher was talking about something.

"Wow, same as ever" I say as the bell rang. I go to get up, but someone grabbed my arm. It was Morgan Eckert. Morgan is my longest friend, but we drifted apart in third grade. She looks popular. She was always the type.

"Are you okay?" She asks me. Of course she's talking about Domnic

Am I Okay?

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Contest time

Comment how many words are in this chapter and I'll put you in the book and you'll get a shout out. (Including this little part)

Ps: the name Katrina is pronounced Katreena

Hint: it's over about 400 words